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THOMAS  SAWYER  SPIVEY 


LAVIUS  EGYPTUS  (Two  Vols.) 

THE  AUTOBIOGRAPHY  OF  A  JOHNNY 

JANE  AND  I 

THE  HOOSIER  WIDOW 

DR.  PAUL  McKIM 

SPECULATIVE  ANTHROPOLOGY 

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HUMAN  ACTION 

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CAVERNS  OF  CRA1 L 


BY 

THOMAS  SAWYER  SPIVEY 


NEW  YORK 

THE  COSMOPOLITAN  PRESS 
1912 


Copyright,  1912,  by 
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CONTENTS 


CHAPTER  PAGE 

I.     THE  TRIPLE  ALLIANCE 7 

II.  CYAXARES   PLANS  WAR  AGAINST  DEIOCES   ....     14 

III.  CYAXARES'  ADVENTURE  IN  BALERIA 30 

IV.  THE  PILGRIMAGE  TO  THE  SHRINE  OF  THE  HOLY  STATE    57 
V.     THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 80 

VI.  THE  TRAGEDY  AT  THE  HOUSE  IN  BALEHIA  ....   100 

VII.     A  MISSION  TO  THE  COURT  OF  ASTYAGES 114 

VIII.  CAMBYSES  RETURNS  TO  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL  .      .      .   132 

IX.  CYAXARES  AT  THE   COURT  OF  THE  SAPOR    ....   154 

X.     THE   CITY   OF  KINGS 174 

XI.     WITHIN  THE  PALACES  OF  KINGS 191 

XII.     THE  GATHERING  OF  THE  CLANS 203 

XIII.  THE  DEATH  OF  THE  SAPOR 222 

XIV.  THE   BATTLE   BEFORE   ASPAHAN 236 

XV.       HOME-COMING  OF    PHRAOHTES 246 

XVI.  THE  SEPARATION  OF  CHURCH  AND  STATE    ....  256 
XVII.  DEIOCES   STANDS   IN   THE   MARKET-PLACE    ....  270 
XVIII.  CYAXARES  AND  CAMBYSES  DINE  AT  THE  "THREE  FISH 
ERMEN"     284 

XIX.  CYAXARES  BECOMES  SAPOR  .      .                                        .  296 


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The  Caverns  of  Crail 

CHAPTER  I 

THE    TRIPLE    ALLIANCE 

LIKE  an  avalanche,  the  mysterious  hordes  had 
swept  down  from  the  steppes  of  central  Asia  and 
desolated  Eran  and  Persis.  The  peoples  of  these  and 
all  the  surrounding  countries  had  fled  in  terror  before 
the  fanatical  warriors  of  the  Sapor,  that  unknown 
King  of  Kings  and  ruler  over  all  the  clans  of  Arya. 
The  so-called  Holy  War  had  spent  its  fury,  simply 
because  there  was  nothing  more  upon  which  to  vent  its 
wrath. 

Phraortes,  king  of  Eran,  had  fled  his  beautiful  city, 
Ecbatana,  and  was  now  a  refugee,  in  hiding  some 
where  along  the  borders  of  the  Persian  gulf.  His 
queen,  and  little  Prince  Cyaxares,  two  years  old,  had 
been  sent  to  a  small  city,  Baleria,  which  was  en 
sconced  in  a  queer  little  country  at  the  mouth  of  the 
river  Pol,  he  having  placed  them  in  the  care  of  his 
captain  of  guards,  Deioces.  He  knew  not  whether 
they  were  safe  from  danger  or  had  perished;  there 
fore,  upon  the  first  intimation  of  a  lull  in  the  terrible 
war,  he  attempted  to  return  to  Baleria. 

Finally  reaching  the  environs  of  Baleria,  he  was  an 
ticipated  by  a  faithful  priest  and  one  of  his  former 
soldiers,  Duke  Cambyses,  and  was  shocked  to  learn 
that  Deioces  had  betrayed  his  trust,  usurped  his 
throne,  and  was  now  called  king  of  the  Medes,  claim- 


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ing  sovereignty  also  over  portions  of  the  lands  for 
merly  called  Eran.  He  had  issued  a  proclamation  de 
claring  that  Phraortes  had  fled  his  country,  and  had 
perished.  He  would  make  Baleria  the  seat  of  govern 
ment,  calling  upon  all  who  were  former  subjects  of 
Phraortes  to  acknowledge  him  king,  and  to  come  into 
the  fertile  lands  of  Ironia,  the  name  that  he  had  given 
unto  the  tight  little  valley  in  which  Baleria  was  sit 
uated  at  the  delta  of  the  river  Pol. 

The  priest,  Cracillies,  and  Cambyses  had  fled  from 
Baleria  at  midnight,  taking  the  queen  mother  and  her 
infant  son  to  a  place  of  hiding  and  safety  in  the  cav 
erns  of  Crail,  this  being  the  place  of  abode  of  a  mys 
terious  priesthood  of  which  Cracillies  was  the  head. 

During  the  three  holy  wars  that  had  occurred  in  a 
period  of  a  century  not  once  had  the  crusaders  at 
tempted  to  enter  the  sacred  precincts  of  the  gardens 
and  caverns  of  Crail.  It  was  the  acknowledged  ren 
dezvous  of  the  church  heads  and  of  their  priests  in 
time  of  war,  and  their  place  of  retirement  and  seclusion 
in  time  of  peace. 

Phraortes  had  befriended  Cracillies,  and  Cambyses 
was  a  member  of  his  household  guards,  hence  the  spe 
cial  interest  that  they  had  taken  in  the  welfare  of  the 
queen  and  of  the  little  prince. 

Phraortes  was  a  good  king  to  his  people,  and  it 
was  a  hard  blow  for  them  to  have  to  come  under  the 
yoke  of  one  of  his  former  guardsmen,  who  had  thus 
openly  betrayed  the  most  sacred  trust.  Nevertheless, 
the  former  lung  was  in  no  position  to  protest,  and,  as 
Deioces  had  gathered  about  him  quite  a  strong  army, 
there  was  no  alternative  but  submission  on  the  part 
of  the  people,  such  as  had  survived  the  frightful  hard 
ships  of  hiding  in  the  mountains.  They  were  coming 


THE  TRIPLE  ALLIANCE  9 

into  the  land  of  Ironia,  a  wide  range  of  black  swamps 
lying  among  the  many  river  branches  forming  the 
delta  of  the  Pol.  Malaria  and  pestilence  were  de 
stroying  them  almost  as  fast  as  they  settled.  But 
Deioces  had  an  object;  he  had  sworn  to  make  of  this 
miasmatic  spot  an  earthly  paradise,  and  to  make  it 
inhabitable.  ,He  would  make  Baleria  the  most  beauti 
ful  city  in  the  world,  and  dig  the  wealth  out  of  the  rich 
soil. 

A  singular  freak  of  nature,  this  region  of  less  than 
one  hundred  square  miles  was  surrounded  with  per 
pendicular  cliffs,  almost  high  enough  to  be  called 
mountains,  so  rugged  and  difficult  of  passage  that  it 
could  only  be  entered  by  way  of  five  well-defined 
passes.  An  army  of  one  thousand  well-equipped  sol 
diers  could  hold  the  region  against  five  thousand. 

Whether  the  hordes  of  the  Sapor  had  expended  their 
fury  before  reaching  Baleria',  or  whether  they  saw 
nothing  worth  going  into  the  country  for,  will  per 
haps  never  be  known,  but  it  was  a  curious  fact  that 
they  did  not  venture  through  these  passes.  Deioces 
had  very  promptly  surrounded  himself  with  every  safe 
guard  to  establish  himself  as  king,  and,  because  of  the 
greater  security  here,  had  chosen  this  as  his  seat  of 
government. 

So  little  was  known  regarding  the  secret  order  of 
the  priests  of  Crail  that  it  was  not  at  the  time  sus 
pected  that  this  region  was  spared  out  of  respect  for 
this  religious  order.  The  Aryans  were  known  to  be 
religious  fanatics,  always  declaring  war  in  a  holy 
cause.  Moreover,  the  order  claimed  to  be  of  Aryan 
origin. 

Notwithstanding  Deioces  had  originally  been  a 
guardsman,  he  was  a  keen-witted  man,  and  his  first  po- 


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litical  move  bespoke  for  him  a  remarkable  sagacity, 
equal  to  the  dangerous  occasion.  Together  with  his 
proclamation  as  king  he  sent  to  the  Sapor,  King  of 
Kings,  a  proposition  for  a  triple  alliance,  offensive  and 
defensive,  between  the  Holy  Crater,  Ironia,  and  Persis, 
to  safeguard  forever  the  union  of  the  church  and  the 
state,  which  meant  the  government,  and  to  define  their 
separate  rights  and  prerogatives.  This  was  the  first 
recognition  by  international  treaty  of  the  division  of 
government  into  two  distinct  branches. 

To  the  astonishment  of  the  whole  world  an  unknown 
man  had  struck  the  responsive  chord  in  the  great  mys 
tery  among  rulers,  the  Sapor,  for  a  conclave  was 
at  once  ordered  to  gather  at  the  old  capital  city  of 
Ecbatana  to  ratify  such  a  pact.  At  this  conclave, 
for  the  first  time  in  the  history  of  that  country,  the 
mysterious  order  of  priests  avowed  itself  the  church, 
and  the  "  Priests  of  the  Holy  Crater "  and  the 
"  Priests  of  Crail "  stood  as  one,  and  Deioces  had  to 
make  permanent  terms  with  the  priests  of  Crail,  whose 
mysterious  caverns  were  in  the  mountain  walls  that 
surrounded  his  country,  and  for  aught  he  knew,  or  ever 
did  know,  furnished  a  secret  passageway  into  its  very 
heart,  the  city  of  Baleria,  over  which  they  claimed 
certain  vested  rights  that  they  would  not  surrender. 
Their  claims  were  supported  by  the  Holy  Crater. 

It  developed  that  the  Sapor  was  head  of  both  the 
church  and  the  civil  government,  as  ruler  over  un 
known  numbers  of  Aryan  clans,  with  an  estimated  pop 
ulation  of  one  hundred  million  souls.  Little  more  than 
this  was  known  of  the  mysterious  hordes  calling  them 
selves  the  Aryans  and  occupying  the  steppes  about  the 
Caspian  sea.  One  thing,  however,  went  unquestioned; 
the  Sapor  was  master,  and  the  triple  alliance  was  the 


11 

Sapor's  will.  Deioces  was  fortunate  in  having  placed 
the  matter  before  that  terrific  power,  thus  bringing  to 
his  own  support  as  head  of  the  state  the  good-will  of 
the  greatest  ruling  spirit,  perhaps,  in  all  the  civilized 
world. 

To  this  constitutional  convention  the  Sapor  sent 
two  delegates,  one  representing  the  government,  and 
the  other  as  the  high  priest  of  the  church  and  head  of 
the  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater.  Astyages,  king  of 
Persis,  sent  similar  delegates. 

Deioces  sent  Erskales,  representing  the  government 
of  Ironia,  and  Saranaces,  representing  the  church,  not 
withstanding  Cracillies  was  the  acknowledged  head  of 
the  priests  of  Crail ;  but  this  same  Cracillies  had  openly 
avowed  his  undying  hatred  of  Deioces  as  a  traitor. 
Most  of  the  priesthood  stood  with  him.  Therefore, 
Deioces  started  out  under  the  code  of  the  triple  alliance 
with  the  ill-will  of  the  church  in  his  own  kingdom. 
They  named  him  "  Deioces,  the  Upstart."  It  required 
many  years  to  reach  a  common  ground  of  understand 
ing,  the  priests  of  Crail  maintaining  their  exclusiveness 
and  forbidding  priests  of  the  state  to.  enter  their 
strange  place  of  abode. 

Under  the  code  of  the  triple  alliance  the  priesthood 
was  called  the  Holy  Church  and  the  state  was  called 
the  Holy  State.  The  head  of  the  Holy  Church,  the 
head  of  the  Holy  State,  and  the  king  were  a  trinity  to 
rule  over  the  land,  each  having  its  specific  duties  de 
fined  by  a  code  established  by  the  triple  alliance. 

It  would  at  once  be  seen  that  a  man  of  Deioces'  plot 
ting  nature  would  attempt  to  be  absolute  ruler  through 
the  connivance  with  his  selected  head  of  the  Holy  State, 
who  was  the  delegate  of  his  own  choosing,  Erskales. 
But  even  Deioces  was  unable  to  fathom  the  mysterious 


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depths  of  the  influence  of  the  priesthood.  No  one 
knew  the  origin  of  the  institution  that  was  as  old,  per 
haps,  as  civilization  itself.  In  fact,  it  claimed  to  be 
the  founder  and  first  school  of  progressive  civilization 
on  the  part  of  mankind.  It  based  its  rights  to  help 
protect  and  rule  the  people  upon  the  time-honored 
tenets  that  originally  the  church  and  state  were  one 
and  the  same  governing  power  vested  in  a  priest-king. 

The  church  claimed  a  priority  over  the  state  because 
of  the  undeniable  fact  that  governments  rise,  have  their 
periods,  and  fall,  while  the  church  is  universal,  is 
nearest  the  people  in  time  of  stress,  and  never  falls. 
It  helps  them  to  rejoice  in  times  of  prosperity,  and 
helps  to  lighten  their  burden  when  distress  and  dis 
aster  overtake  them.  Such  were  the  teachings  of 
Cracillies,  hence  the  antagonism  between  the  new  king, 
"  Deioces,  the  Upstart,"  and  himself. 

While  Deioces  had  no  positive  evidence  proving  it, 
he  believed  that  Cracillies  had  had  a  hand  in  helping 
to  spirit  away  the  queen.  That  Cambyses  was  the 
chief  instrument  he  knew,  which  fact  forever  barred 
the  latter  from  Ironia  while  Deioces  remained  king. 

The  delivery  to  Phraortes  of  his  queen  and  little 
son,  he  declared,  was  the  restoration  of  more  than  half 
his  kingdom,  and  it  made  him  very  happy.  It  bound 
Phraortes,  Cambyses,  and  Cracillies  in  a  bond  of 
eternal  friendship  that  brought  splendid  reward  many 
years  later. 

Desiring  to  educate  his  son  for  future  greatness, 
Phraortes  went  to  foreign  lands,  remaining  there  un 
til  Cyaxares  had  grown  to  manhood.  The  queenly 
mother  having  died,  the  father  and  son  had  secretly 
taken  residence  in  a  country  adjacent  to  Persis,  in  or 
der  to  be  in  close  communication  with  their  friend, 


THE  TRIPLE  ALLIANCE  13 

Astyages,  king  of  Persis,  and  in  touch  with  the  po 
litical  situation  in  all  that  portion  of  the  country,  the 
son  having  gained  the  permission  of  his  father  to  seize 
upon  the  first  reasonable  opportunity  to  dethrone 
Deioces. 

Deioces  had  few  friends  and  a  multitude  of  enemies. 
He  was  counted  the  greatest  despot  of  all  known 
rulers.  Both  the  Sapor  and  King  Astyages  had  sent 
frequent  protests  and  sharp  warnings,  but  without 
avail.  The  triple  alliance  had  kept  peace  between 
these  three  nations  for  thirty  years,  and  as  it  had 
been  intended  as  an  example  for  all  the  balance  of  the 
world  they  were  reluctant  to  enforce  it  by  the  sword. 
Nevertheless,  Deioces'  time  was  drawing  near,  and 
Cyaxares  was  on!  the  alert.  A  spark  would  set  the  sit 
uation  off,  and  he  wanted  to  be  prepared  for  the  time. 
His  friendships  were  the  very  best  to  insure  a  large 
and  strong  following. 

Cambyses  was  his  constant  aid  and  companion. 
He  had  brought  him  in  close  touch  with  the  priests  of 
Crail,  and  had  been  the  medium  of  a  long  and  earnest 
correspondence  with  Cracillies.  He  was  ready  for  ac 
tion  and  impatient  to  begin.  Here  was  a  singular 
case,  a  young  prince,  without  money  or  men,  planning 
a  desperate  warfare  with  him  who  had  thirty  years  be 
fore  usurped  his  father's  throne.  But  his  was  a  just 
cause,  and  he  was  promised  the  support  of  the  king  of 
Persis  at  the  critical  moment.  The  first  war  between 
the  Medes  and  the  Persians  was  brewing. 


CHAPTER  II 

CYAXAEES  PLANS  WAR  AGAINST  DEIOCES 

THIRTY  years  after  the  formation  of  the  triple 
alliance,  between  the  Holy  Crater,  Ironia,  and 
Persis,  a  commanding  figure  stood  upon  a  promon 
tory  overlooking  the  fair  plains  of  Ironia.  Though 
a  giant  in  stature,  he  had  all  the  lines  and  graces  of 
ripe  young  manhood.  Notwithstanding  his  white, 
clean-cut  features,  with  the  finely  chiseled  brow,  straight 
aristocratic  nose,  and  soft  brown  eyes,  and  the  great 
mass  of  curling  brown  hair  that  played  about  his  face 
and  shoulders,  there  was  a  general  aspect  of  self-re 
liance  and  tremendous  force.  He  was  an  exceedingly 
handsome  man,  what  one  would  most  likely  call  a  kingly 
personage. 

Even  the  deep  lines  that  occasionally  furrowed  his 
brow  lent  charm  of  latent  power  to  his  thoughtful  face. 
His  pose  was  purposeful,  and  it  needed  no  explanation 
to  tell  that  there  was  some  sinister  meaning  in  his 
careful  survey  of  the  rich  plain,  spreading  like  a 
gorgeous  panorama  beneath  him. 

It  was  most  suggestive  that  he  was  bareheaded  and 
was  enshrouded,  from  head  to  heels,  by  the  ample  folds 
of  a  long,  dark  cloak,  beneath  which  could  occasionally 
be  seen  the  glint  of  polished  armor.  Moreover,  he 
carefully  kept  behind  him  the  black-green  background 
of  scrub  cedars  that  covered  the  mountain  sides,  evi 
dently  to  shield  him  from  too  critical  eyes  below. 

There,  stretching  away  toward  the  Persian  gulf, 
was  Ironia,  the  beautiful,  and  in  her  fair  bosom  lay 

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CYAXARES  PLANS  WAR  15 

Baleria,  the  capital,  the  pride  of  Deioces.  Like  a 
gaudily  bedecked  harlot  she  lounged  in  sleepy  languor 
in  the  embrace  of  the  many  arms  of  the  delta,  yet 
she  was  fair  to  look  upon,  and  seemed  a  thing  to  re 
ceive  caresses.  This  care-free  aspect  to  the  view 
seemed  to  move  to  deep  anger  the  spectator  of  the 
promontory,  for  he  muttered  an  oath,  and  twisted  his 
strong,  handsome  features  into  a  fearful  scowl. 

A  low  whistle  brought  four  men,  equally  disguised, 
skulking  along  the  fringing  cedars.  One  of  these  bore 
his  plumed  helmet,  another  his  ponderous  sword,  while 
a  third  held  in  his  hand  a  roll  of  parchment;  the  lat 
ter  appeared  to  be  the  superior  of  the  others,  for,  upon 
orders  from  him,  given  in  a  low,  cautious  tone,  they 
shrank  deeper  into  the  concealing  shrubbery,  while 
he  himself  came  forward  and  placed  the  scroll  into 
the  hands  of  his  chieftain.  There  was  stern  purpose 
in  all  this.  They  were  not  men  to  trifle,  or  to  be 
trifled  with.  There  was  an  easy  familiarity  between 
the  two  betokening  a  friendly  confidence. 

Prince  Cyaxares,  with  Cambyses,  his  body-guard 
from  boyhood,  had  endured  the  greatest  personal  dis 
comforts  and  hardships  to  gain  this  vantage-point  un- 
'seen.  It  was  of  vital  importance  that  they  succeed  in 
making  this  reconnoiter  without  being  discovered,  and 
for  the  first  time  he  was  viewing  little  Ironia,  the 
Ironia  that  Deioces  declared  he  had  built  out  of 
the  mud  of  the  Pol.  It  was  now  called  "  Little  Para 
dise."  Deioces  had  kept  his  word;  Ironia  was  the 
most  fertile  and  beautiful  spot  in  Asia,  and  Baleria 
was  the  most  splendid  city  in  the  domains  of  Ironia 
and  Persis. 

Deioces  ruled  there,  Deioces,  the  usurper,  the  up 
start!  Once  the  trusted  captain  of  guards  of  King 


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Phraortes,  now  king  by  base  betrayal  of  that  trust. 
It  was  true  that  he  had  made  this  magnificent  spot, 
but  in  doing  so  he  had  ground  the  people  into  the 
dust,  confiscated  all  that  they  could  produce,  and 
placed  them  in  a  state  of  hopeless  slavery  with  scarcely 
sufficient  left  them  to  hold  body  and  soul  together. 
He  had  done  more  than  this,  much  more,  to  make  his 
name  a  byword  throughout  the  civilized  world;  he  had 
built  Baleria,  a  cesspool  of  sin  and  wickedness,  and 
had  invited  all  the  world  to  come,  bring  any  new 
form  of  vice,  and  revel  there.  The  lascivious  and  im 
moral  practices  licensed  in  Baleria  were  notorious 
throughout  the  world,  and  she  was  now  a  Mecca  for 
the  wicked. 

Was  it  strange  that  Cyaxares  gnashed  his  even, 
white  teeth  in  rage  and  summoned  his  faithful  Camby- 
ses? 

"  Look !  Cambyses,"  he  said,  as  he  extended  his  great 
strong  arm  out  toward  the  plain,  "  it  is  fair,  yes, 
beautiful!  But,  Cambyses,  Baleria  must  be  purged 
of  her  vile  populace.  The  flotsam  and  jetsam  of  all 
humanity  has  drifted  into  the  delta  to  clog  the  mouth 
of  the  Pol ;  and,  true  to  the  law  of  drift  and  debris, 
they  are  piled  here  as  the  rubbish  and  broken  refuse  of 
the  earth.  This  heterogeneous  mass  of  noisome  hu 
manity  is  a  menace  to  the  morality  of  the  whole  world. 
Baleria,  like  Deioces,  lives  only  for  the  luxurious  pres 
ent  and  without  plan  or  purpose  for  the  future.  Their 
end  is  near." 

It  was  Deioces'  wont  to  boast  that  an  hundred  miles 
of  thong  and  lash  had  rendered  Ironia  as  fertile  and 
productive  as  the  delta  of  the  Nile.  All  its  wealth  he 
had  lavished  upon  Baleria,  which  city,  crowned  by  his 
magnificent  palace  of  onyx,  jade,  and  jasper,  sat,  like 


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the  brazen  mistress  that  she  was,  with  her  fringing 
environs  draping  gracefully  and  carelessly  down  from 
the  citadel  like  a  fantastically  embroidered  train  that 
trailed  along  her  water  front  and  draggled  in  the 
sea,  whence  she  derived  most  of  her  wickedness.  It  was 
by  the  gateway  of  the  Persian  gulf  that  wealth  and 
spice-laden  ships  came  to  pay  court  to  this  fair 
charmer  and  partake  of  her  pleasures. 

With  it  all  she  was  a  tidy  wench,  jealous  of  her 
good  looks  and  her  personal  cleanliness ;  she  was  al 
most  human  in  this  respect,  compelling  Deioces,  her 
master,  to  lavish  much  wealth  upon  her  toilet.  With 
the  exception  of  a  few  broad  avenues  her  streets  were 
narrow  and  winding,  but  extremely  clean,  even  in  the 
parts  given  over  to  the  lower  populace.  At  every 
available  place  were  ornate  decorations  of  pure  white 
marble  and  onyx.  Statuary,  fountains,  and  elaborate 
facades  were  plentiful.  The  wider  streets  and  spaces 
were  a  mass  of  well  kept  trees,  shrubs,  and  flowers. 
Under  Deioces  it  was  a  crime  to  desecrate  any  form 
of  public  ornament.  In  the  midst  of  the  city  was  a 
vast  market  xspace  divided  into  as  many  parts  as  there 
were  definite  divisions  in  the  city. 

Anything  that  added  to  Baleria's  physical  beauty, 
or  moral  pollution,  was  received  with  favor  by 
Deioces,  for  he  feasted  his  plebeian  vanity  upon  the 
plaudits  of  those  that  superficially  and  loudly  praised 
the  city  of  his  making,  or  profitably  patronized  its 
marts  of  wickedness.  He  himself  openly  patronized 
every  form  of  immorality  and  encouraged  it  to  thrive 
in  new  forms.  These  were  world-known  facts  that 
Cyaxares  knew,  therefore  he  took  grim  satisfaction  in 
this  bird's-eye  view,  and  pondered  that  thirty  years  of 
despotic  rule  and  luxurious  revelry,  without  interfer- 


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ence  on  the  part  of  other  nations,  had  rendered  Deioces 
careless.  A  train  of  circumstances  of  his  own  laying 
would  soon  bring  his  proud  head  down  into  the  dust  of 
his  marble  streets,  with  his  own  purple  robes  as  his  only 
bier. 

Cyaxares  mused :  "  There  can  be  no  sin  in  these 
inanimate  marbles,  the  glinting  onyx,  the  sparkling 
fountains,  and  the  verdure  and  flowers.  These  are  the 
products  of  the  sweat  and  blood  and  bone  and  sinew 
of  the  overwrought  people.  These  should  be  cherished, 
preserved,  and  protected,  when  I  have  driven  out 
Deioces,  and  cleansed  the  city  of  its  vulgar  riffraff, 
which  have  been  imported  and  implanted  here,  to  feast 
and  fatten  off  the  energies  of  the  native  people  who 
are  under  the  yoke  of  the  despot." 

"  Come,  let  us  see  the  maps,"  he  said,  as  he  spread 
the  scroll  upon  a  large  flat  surface  and  anchored  the 
corners  with  stones.  Then  together  they  studied  its 
every  detail.  It  was  a  map  of  Ironia  and  the  whole 
region  thereabout.  A  separate  parchment  gave  a  de 
tailed  description  of  Baleria. 

"  Ah,  my  good  Cracillies,  when  I  am  king  of  Ironia, 
you  shall  be  the  head  of  the  Holy  State  for  this  favor, 
and  you,  my  faithful  Cambyses,  shall  be  my  chief  ad 
viser  in  all  things  that  fall  within  my  province  under 
the  triple  alliance,"  exclaimed  Cyaxares,  with  much 
feeling. 

"  I  shall  be  content,  Cyaxares,  with  your  safety  and 
pleasure,"  softly  replied  Cambyses,  and  they  began  to 
examine  the  map  of  Baleria. 

"  What  are  these  broad,  green  lines  running  through 
that  portion  of  the  city  below  the  palace? "  asked 
Cyaxares. 

"  Ha,  ha,"  laughed  Cambyses,  "  Deioces'  imported 


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vices  began  to  come  home  and  perch  too  near  to  the 
palace,  consequently  a  reorganization  of  the  city  was 
made  with  a  redistribution  of  the  people  which  segre 
gated  them  into  classes,  according  to  their  degrees  of 
badness ;  for  instance,  the  so-called  aristocrats  reside 
in  the  circle  that  surrounds  the  palace;  then,  passing 
toward  the  sea,  each  dividing  line  marks  a  degree  of 
degeneracy  to  the  last  section  along  the  shores,  where 
the  ships  unload  their  cargoes  and  permit  their  sailors 
to  come  ashore.  There  no  law  prevails ;  murder  and 
robbery  are  not  reported  from  that  section ;  they  are  al 
most  hourly  occurrences.  The  section  next  to  that  is 
called  the  fishermen's  section;  not  because  it  is  given 
over  to  fishermen,  but  because  of  the  seemingly  simple 
fact  that  Crecies,  Heppotes,  and  Feres  reside  there 
in." 

"And  who  are  these  important  personages,  pray?" 
asked  Cyaxares. 

"  They  are  by  trade  fishermen,  but  by  profession  the 
secret  executioners  for  Deioces*." 

"  Entitled  to  some  distinction,  truly,"  muttered 
Cyaxares.1 

Continuing,  Cambyses  said : 

"  The  populace  of  one  district  is  prohibited  from 
passing  to  another  district  without  a  special  permit 
issued  by  Paulius,  Deioces'  captain  of  guards.  Should 
a  person  of  one  section  be  found  in  another  without  a 
pass  a  guard  has  the  authority  to  apprehend  him  and 
to  kill  him  on  the  spot,  and  have  his  body  cast  into 
the  river,  to  be  caught  in  the  nets  of  Crecies,  for  which 
he  claims  a  fee,  then  it  is  sent  onward  to  the  sea  as 
food  for  the  fishes.  This  is  a  daily  occurrence,  with 
no  reports  made  to  their  superiors.  Paulius  is  the 
genius  of  this  whole  arrangement,  and  a  more  con- 


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temptible  human  dog  never  barked.  Deioces  chose  well 
when  he  made  Paulius  his  chief  of  guards  in  Baleria." 

"What  manner  of  man  is  this  Paulius?"  asked 
Cyaxares. 

"  A  pompous,  o'er  important,  ignorant  ass;  just  the 
material  from  which  to  cast  a  murderous  official,  cow 
ardly  by  nature,  but  bold  under  the  protecting  cloak 
of  the  law  and  official  tolerance.  A  meaner  coward 
never  lived  than  Paulius  the  sheep-shearer,  and  a  more 
cruel  despot  than  the  official  Paulius  could  not  be  con 
jured  out  of  ordinary  clay." 

"  A  good  subject  for  reformation,"  laughed  Cyax 
ares. 

"  Good  bait  for  the  sharks,"  growled  Cambyses. 

"  I  fear  that  you  have  designs  upon  Crecies'  office, 
with  its  tempting  fees.  You  shall  be  official  shark- 
feeder,  also,"  said  Cyaxares.  "  But  let  us  see  what 
the  avenues  of  attack,  defense,  and  retreat  are  to  this 
tight  little  state.  I  have  personally  examined  but 
three  of  the  five  passes.  What  of  the  other  two, 
Cambyses  ?  " 

"  You  are  familiar  with  the  passes  of  Ironia  and 
Aryaosa.  Regules'  mountain  house  is  at  the  outer 
part  of  the  Ironian  pass.  You  remember  well  a  night 
we  spent  there." 

"  Ha,  ha,"  laughed  Cyaxares,  "  and  I  remember  well, 
too,  that  Regules  had  a  very  pretty  daughter,  Scala, 
who  dotes  on  one  Cambyses." 

"  I  would  it  were  true !  "  exclaimed  Cambyses.  "  I 
would  make  her  my  wife,  for  she  is  virtuous." 

"  And  you  beneath  the  same  roof?  "  laughingly  in 
quired  Cyaxares. 

"  I  speak  in  truth,  Scala  is  no  common  woman,  and 
her  father,  Regules,  is  a  man  of  good  parts.  You  shall 


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see,  for  we  must  go  there  again,"  said  Cambyses  ear 
nestly. 

"  Take  no  offense,  my  good  Cambyses,  the  two  of  us 
can  protect  the  virtue  of  the  charming  Scala,  and, 
should  she  prove  worthy  to  be  the  wife  of  a  courtly 
gentleman  like  yourself,  there  shall  be  a  great  wedding 
at  Baleria,"  appeasingly  spoke  Cyaxares. 

"  Now,  Cambyses,  let  us  discuss  the  passes.  The 
Ironian  pass  is  the  most  difficult  to  defend  because  of 
its  great  width.  I  would  rather  know  that  the  gorge 
was  at  the  inner  end." 

"  As  long  as  Regules'  wine  lasted  it  would  be  a 
drunken  battle,"  broke  in  Cambyses. 

Cyaxares  continued :  "  This  is  the  pass  through 
which  Deioces  would  march  his  army,  should  he  be 
coaxed  outside  of  Ironia." 

"  Yes,  and  this  would  be  the  pass  through  which  he 
would  retreat,  consequently  he  would  take  immediate 
possession  of  Regules'  mountain  house  and  strongly 
garrison  this  place,"  replied  Cambyses. 

"  Did  you  say  that  this  Regules  is  friendly  to  our 
cause?  "  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  He  is  supposed  to  be  friendly  toward  the  priests 
of  Crail." 

"  Then  perhaps  his  wines  may  prove  to  be  excellent 
war  material  after  all.  A  drunken  garrison  is  quickly 
demoralized." 

"  This  is  worth  keeping  in  mind,"  replied  Cambyses. 
"  We  must  test  Regules'  friendship." 

"  An  army  could  be  slipped  behind  him  through  the 
pass  of  Aryaosa,"  suggested  Cyaxares. 

"  Providing  it  came  down  through  the  pass  of  Der- 
bend,  between  the  Caucasus  mountains  and  the  Caspian 
sea,  muzzling  Massula  and  keeping  well  to  the  east 


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of  Bagdad,"  replied  Cambyses,  following  the  course  on 
the  map  with  his  finger. 

Cyaxares  looked  questioningly  at  him  for  a  mo 
ment,  then  said: 

"  What  are  you  planning,  a  holy  war?  " 

"  That  is  your  only  hope,  as  I  see  it,"  cautiously  re 
plied  the  old  warrior. 

Cyaxares  sat  silent  for  a  moment,  then,  arousing 
himself,  he  said: 

"  I  do  not  believe  that  Deioces  could  take  any  ad 
vantage  of  the  Persian  gulf  to  aid  him  in  warfare  with 
a  people  on  his  north.  He  has  not  shipping  enough  to 
be  called  a  sea-going  nation.  While  he  has  commercial 
relations  with  many  foreign  countries,  I  do  not  believe 
any  would  come  to  his  relief  from  the  sea.  In  his  com 
merce  the  world  comes  to  him;  he  does  not  go  to  the 
world.  This  seems  to  be  the  secret  key  to  his  policy 
of  a  free  and  wicked  city.  Commerce  and  barter  are 
but  plausible  excuses,  for  adventurous  men  of  every 
class  and  calling  to  come  here.  Here  they  bring  their 
exchangeable  merchandise,  leaving  behind  them  in 
Baleria  the  wealth  that  they  expend  upon  their  personal 
joys  and  pleasures.  This  is  the  balance  of  trade  in 
favor  of  Deioces,  for  he  receives  the  larger  portion  of 
it  indirectly  in  the  form  of  a  tax  upon  licensed  crime, 
a  most  detestable  thing  in  itself.  I  am  told  that  when 
robbery  occurs  the  victim  is  not  spared  to  return  to  his 
home  to  tell  a  bad  story  about  Baleria." 

"  And,  no  doubt,  many  a  stranger's  head  bore  the 
mark  of  Paulius'  mace  when  Crecies'  net  caught  him," 
muttered  Cambyses. 

"  Again  I  say,  Cambyses,  you  shall  be  official  shark- 
feeder,"  said  Cyaxares. 

"For  one  night,  that  will  be   sufficient.     I  pledge 


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you  now  that  after  one  night  I  shall  resign  the  office," 
declared  Cambyses. 

"  Oh,  perhaps  you  will  leave  nothing  more  for  an 
official  fisherman  to  do,  and  we  may  discontinue  the 
office,"  laughingly  said  Cyaxares. 

For  hours  they  pored  over  and  discussed  the  maps. 
Sticking  his  sword  into  the  soil,  Cyaxares  measured  its 
shadow,  and  said, 

"  Come,  we  must  prepare  to  go  down  into  Baleria." 

Cambyses  rolled  the  maps  into  a  tight  roll,  tied  them 
carefully,  and  hid  them  about  his  person.  Calling  the 
men,  they  all  passed  cautiously  along  the  ledge  some 
distance,  where  Cambyses  stopped  and  looked  about, 
saying: 

"  This  is  the  spot,  I  am  quite  sure.  Yes,  here  is  the 
grotto,"  and  drawing  back  a  clump  of  shrubbery,  he 
drew  forth  quite  a  cumbersome  pack,  which,  upon  be 
ing  spread  out,  was  found  to  contain  five  priestly  robes 
with  the  coarse  waist  cords  such  as  were  worn  by  the 
priests  of  Crail. 

"  Thoughtful  Cracillies ! "  exclaimed  Cambyses. 
"  These  are  all  for  large  men.  They  must  have  some 
big  priests  in  there,"  and  he  helped  Cyaxares  to  don 
his  priest's  garb,  drawing  the  cowl  carefully  over  his 
shock  of  auburn  hair. 

They  were  prepared  for  adventure,  keeping  their 
short  side-arms  concealed  beneath  their  robes. 

Cambyses  drew  Cyaxares  aside,  and,  looking  the 
younger  man  earnestly  in  the  face,  he  said, 

"  You  know  the  extreme  dangers  of  this  adventure  ?  " 

"  Yes." 

"  You  are  hopeful  of  bringing  war  upon  Deioces  ?  " 

"  Yes." 

"  Your  royal  father  will  approve  of  your  course  ?  " 


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"  Yes." 

"  What  will  be  your  first  step  to  raise  an  army  ?  " 

"  I  must  admit,  Cambyses,  that  I  am  more  hopeful 
than  sanguine.  It  is  to  be  thoroughly  prepared  that 
I  am  taking  these  risks.  I  must  confide  to  youj  a  great 
secret.  Notwithstanding  the  Sapor  did  not  restore  my 
father  to  his  throne,  there  exists  at  this  time  a  close 
friendship  between  my  father  and  the  powers  of  the 
Holy  Crater.  They  have  secretly  given  him  assurance 
that,  should  a  plausible  excuse  arise,  the  Sapor  would 
send  an  army  to  depose  Deioces  and  restore  my  father 
to  his  own." 

"  The  Sapor  your  father's  friend ! "  exclaimed 
Cambyses  in  utter  astonishment. 

"  Speak  not  of  it.  We  may  not  discuss  that  further 
now.  I  am  looking  for  the  plausible  excuse.  That  is 
sufficient.  Let  us  be  going." 

"  But,  let  me  speak  once  more,"  pleaded  Cambyses. 
"  You  know  what  a  holy  war  means.  The  fanatical 
Aryans  will  roll  down  upon  these  lands  like  the  ungov 
ernable  tides  of  the  sea.  They  will  desolate  these  fair 
fields  as  the  destructive  locusts  of  Egypt,  and  you  and 
your  cause  may  be  forgotten  and  submerged." 

"  A  wise  thought,  Cambyses,  I  thank  you ;  that  is 
my  greatest  fear,  but  the  compensating  thought  is  that 
Deioces  will  be  destroyed." 

"  You  do  not  know  these  Medes  either.  They  are 
as  terrible  as  Deioces  is  cruel.  They  have  learned  their 
lesson  well  from  him.  When  the  Medes  and  Persians 
made  war  against  Arya  it  was  the  Medes  that  perpe 
trated  the  cruelties.  Deioces  himself  licensed  the 
greatest  outrages.  Astyages  threatened  to  turn  his 
army  upon  that  of  Deioces  without  avail.  Only  the 
Sapor  could  stay  the  horrors  of  Deioces'  perpetration." 


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"  Yes,  and  by  this  Deioces  lost  to  himself  and  Asty- 
ages  the  partition  of  the  conquered  land  between 
them,  the  Sapor  assuming  a  protectorate  over  the  per 
secuted  people.  My  father  has  told  me  of  this.  The 
Sapor  has  never  forgiven  Deioces  for  this.  The  peo 
ple  of  Arya  were  of  direct  Aryan  descent.  Notwith 
standing  all  this,  Cambyses,  Deioces  will  shrink  from 
warfare  with  the  Holy  Crater,  and  an  internal  revolu 
tion  will  frighten  your  man  Paulius  into  babbling 
idiocy." 

"  I  am!  at  your  command,  Cyaxares,"  replied  Camby 
ses. 

"  This  night  we  shall  see  Paulius,  for  we  must  go 
down  to  Baleria,"  and  Cyaxares  motioned  for  them  to 
start  down  the  narrow  trail  leading  to  the  plains  be 
low. 

As  they  wended  their  way  through  the  tangled 
shrubs  and  jagged  stones,  Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  con 
versed  in  low  tones. 

"  You  are  aware  that  I  have  not  been  in  Baleria  since 
the  flight  of  my  queenly  mother  bearing  me  in  her 
arms,  thanks  to  your  courage,  my  good  Cambyses.  Of 
course  I  know  that  the  Baleria  that  we  shall  see  to 
night  is  an  entirely  different  city.  That  which  I  have 
been  told  about  it  will  serve  us  little.  Yet  we  may 
learn  much  by  observation.  These  robes  will  pass  us 
unchallenged  from  one  district  to  another,  so  Cracil- 
lies  informs  me.  You  are  aware,  also,  that  he  himself 
has  been  under  the  ban  excepting  in  matters  of  the 
church;  otherwise  he  would  have  doubtless  accom 
panied  us." 

"  Does  Cracillies  know  that  you  are  to  go  to  Baleria 
to-night?" 

"  No,  I  thought  it  more  discreet  to  keep  our  visit 


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secret,"  replied  Cyaxares.  "  I  cannot  help  thinking 
that  you  may  be  taken  for  Saranaces,"  and  he  smiled 
upon  Cambyses. 

"  Then  Paulius  will  surely  caress  my  head  with  his 
mace,  for  I  understand  there  exists  a  great  enmity  be 
tween  the  two,"  replied  Cambyses. 

"  Invite  his  attention  at  the  best  spot  to  fight  it  out, 
for  your  own  truncheon  is  no  toy,"  said  Cyaxares.  A 
grim  smile  covered  Cambyses'  face  as  he  drew  from  be 
neath  his  robe  a  huge  knotted  truncheon  and  looked  ap 
provingly  at  it. 

It  was  a  long  and  tedious  descent  down  the  cliffs, 
but  easy  going  when  the  bottom  was  reached. 

"  This  is  all  guess  work  now,"  said  Cyaxares.  "  The 
city  does  not  encroach  upon  this  side  of  the  Pol. 
Doubtless  we  have  wandered  away  from  Cracillies'  di 
rection,  for  I  see  no  landmark  here  to  guide  us.  I 
presume  that  it  is  best  to  take  a  general  course  to 
ward  the  city  until  we  reach  the  river." 

They  soon  found  themselves  following  a  narrow,  wind 
ing  path  in  a  maze  of  bulrushes  and  marsh-grasses 
higher  than  their  heads.  In  twenty  minutes,  in  a  di 
rect  line,  they  should  have  reached  the  bank  of  the 
river  Pol;  instead  they  were  lost  for  one  hour,  sud 
denly  coming  upon  a  small  landing  not  more  than  six 
feet  square.  It  was  almost  hidden  from  view  in  the 
tall  reeds. 

"  Ugh!  this  looks  anything  but  cheerful.  Surely  we 
are  on  the  threshold  of  Crecies'  graveyard.  I  imagine 
I  smell  the  odor  of  decomposing  bodies,"  growled 
Cambyses. 

"  From  the  description  I  believe  that  that  is  Crecies 
himself  in  that  boat,"  said  Cyaxares,  pointing  to  a  lone 
boatman,  slowly  pushing  his  flat-bottomed  boat  along 


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the  edge  of  the  reed-clad  shore.  Opposite  could  be 
seen  the  ends  of  the  streets  extending  down  to  the 
water's  edge.  They  looked  dark  and  gloomy  enough, 
and  Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  wondered  what  part  of 
the  city  it  was.  Probably,  though,  it  was  the  fisher 
men's  district,  inasmuch  as  this  boatman  was  hovering 
about  the  spot. 

"  Ho !  Ho !  my  good  fisherman,  come  ferry  us 
across  the  river,  and  we  will  bless  your  nets,"  cried 
Cyaxares. 

For  a  moment  the  burly  man  stood  up  and  looked  at 
them.  He  looked  sullen  and  mean,  but  suddenly  switch 
ing  his  pole  he  turned  his  boat  about  and  pushed  it  to 
within  a  few  feet  of  the  platform  upon  which  they 
were  standing. 

Again  his  impudent  face  surveyed  them,  and  he 
brusquely  grunted : 

"  I  want  none  of  your  blithering  prayers  and  I  have 
no  license  to  ferry  strangers  across  the  river  at  this 
unseemly  hour.  How  do  I  know  that!  you  have  a  right 
to  be  in  this  district  at  all?  " 

At  a  venture  Cyaxares  took  up  the  challenge. 

"  Since  when  has  Crecies'  license  to  do  as  he  pleases 
after  sunset  been  revoked?  Since  when  have  the  priests 
of  Crail  been  barred  from  any  district  in  Baleria?  If 
you  do  not  want  our  blessings,  perhaps  better  wine  may 
be  had  for  silver.  We  will  pay  you  in  the  coin  of  the 
realm,"  and  Cyaxares  loudly  jingled  the  silver  coins  in 
his  hands. 

"  And  why  do  you  come  this  way  to  reach  the  city  ?  " 
grumbled  the  fisherman. 

"  That  is  our  affair,  but  as  it  is  no  secret  we  will 
tell  you  as  we  cross.  Come,  do  you  want  the  extra 
coin?" 


28  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

"  Keep  still,  I  tell  you  I  have  no  license.  Get  in, 
and  hurry,"  and  he  pushed  the  boat  against  the  plat 
form,  allowing  them  to  step  into  the  net-littered  and 
loud-smelling  craft. 

With  a  strong  push  of  his  pole  he  sent  his  boat  out 
into  the  water,  nearly  standing  them  on  their  heads. 

"  You  are  Crecies  ?  "  said  Cyaxares. 

"  Since  you  know  it,  yes,"  was  the  gruff  answer. 

"  Then  it  is  easy  for  us  to  tell  you  where  we  are  go 
ing,  since  we  will  ask  you  to  direct  us.  Where  may  we 
find  the  best  fish  and  the  best  wine?  " 

"  You  are  a  well-fed  lot ;  you  might  try  Heppotes' 
place.  Paulius  sometimes  patronizes  it.  If  it  is  good 
enough  for  Paulius,  it  is  good  enough  for  you  night- 
prowling  priests,"  growled  Crecies. 

"  Very  well  said.  For  this  bit  of  wit  we  will  give 
you  both  prayers  and  money.  You  might  direct  us  to 
this  place,  and  pass  word  on  to  Heppotes  to  spare  our 
lives,  as  you  have  absorbed  all  the  money  that  we  carry 
upon  our  persons,"  and  Cyaxares  poured  a  handful  of 
coins  into  the  big,  greedy  paw  of  Crecies. 

The  gruff  fisherman  only  shrugged  his  humped  shoul 
ders  and  pointed  up  the  dark  street,  saying, 

"  At  the  first  flambeau,"  then  he  left  them  standing 
upon  the  bank. 

"  A  cheerful  murderer !  "  exclaimed  Cambyses. 

"  But  we  shall  dine  elsewhere  than  with  his  particeps 
criminis,"  replied  Cyaxares,  and  they  hastened  to  get 
away  from  so  dangerous  a  locality. 

Had  they  watched  the  villainous  Crecies  as  he  disap 
peared  in  the  darkness,  they  would  have  seen  his  huge 
frame  shaking  with  suppressed  laughter.  Well  did  he 
know  that  these  were  not  priests.  More  times  than  he 
could  count  the  cassocks  that  he  had  lifted  from  the 


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slimy  waters  in  his  malodorous  nets  were  empty,  having 
served  their  purposes  as  disguises  for  those  that  risked 
their  very  lives  in  visiting  the  forbidden  districts. 
They  would  have  felt  uncomfortable  had  they  seen  him 
suddenly  thrust  his  hand  into  his  pouch,  examine  the 
coins  for  a  moment,  then  quickly  thrust  the  nose  of  his 
boat  into  the  shore,  rush  madly  up  the  bank,  and  dis 
appear  in  a  dark  street.  Evidently  something  about 
this  money,  perhaps  the  indiscreet  quantity  of  it  for  so 
trifling  a  favor,  had  awakened  in  him  some  furious 
thought.  Perhaps  these  were  real  priests,  and  some 
serious  intrigue  was  brewing  which  he  could  turn  to 
new  account. 

It  was  most  fortunate  for  Cyaxares  and  his  party 
that  they  did  not  go  to  Heppotes'  place,  for  a  recep 
tion  awaited  them  there  that  neither  prayers  nor  coin 
could  have  appeased. 


CHAPTER  III 

CYAXARJES'    ADVENTURE    IN    BALERIA 

YAXARES  and  his  party  were  truly  famished,  hav- 
ing  lived  for  several  days  on  the  scantiest  foods. 
They  had  partaken  of  the  simplest  repast  at  the  point 
where  they  had  left  their  tired  horses.  It  was  es 
sential  to  find  some  public  house  where  they  might  get 
bread,  meat,  and  wine.  Baleria  was  noted  as  a  place 
for  a  great  variety  of  foods,  especially  fish  of  nu 
merous  kinds,  therefore  they  were  glad  to  locate  a  se 
cluded  little  place  out  of  which  they  had  seen  two 
priests  emerge  with  their  arms  socially  linked  together 
in  an  exceptionally  brotherly  fashion. 

Within  they  found  an  excellent  eating-place  with 
some  half  dozen  priests  quietly  partaking  of  huge 
dishes  of  fish  and  rice,  washing  it  down  with  copious 
draughts  of  rich  red  wine.  Cautiously  separating  into 
two  parties,  they  themselves  partook  of  a  generous 
meal,  feeling  much  refreshed  thereafter,  and,  like  the 
well-feeling  priests  that  had  preceded  them,  arm  in 
arm  they  passed  out  into  the  street.  Upon  turning 
an  abrupt  angle,  the  first  startling  thing  to  greet  them 
was  a  wide  fafade  ornamented  with  an  immense  foun 
tain  carved  out  of  marble. 

"  Am  I  seeing  double?  "  asked  Cyaxares,  rubbing  his 
eyes,  and  staring  at  the  fountain. 

Around  the  base  were  life-sized  figures  of  fishermen 
drawing  nets,  with  men  inside  them  instead  of  fish. 
Above  this  was  a  row  of  sharks  with  men  struggling 
in  their  mouths. 

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CYAXARES'  ADVENTURE  IN  BALERIA    31 

"  One  of  Deioces'  refined  satires.  We  are  in  the 
district  of  the  fishermen,"  said  Cambyses. 

It  was  apparent  to  Cyaxares  that  they  must  drift 
aimlessly  about,  trusting  to  luck  to  guide  them. 
Nevertheless,  this  monument  had  given  them  some  defi 
nite  idea  regarding  their  position.  They  soon  ar 
rived  at  the  next  dividing  avenue,  and  a  beautiful  wide 
street  it  was,  with  cooling,  wide-leaved  poplars,  im 
ported  from  Arya,  extending  in  four  long  rows  on  the 
sides  and  through  the  middle  of  the  streets.  Great 
urns,  filled  with  bright  blooming  shrubs  and  flowers, 
were  interspersed  between  the  trees,  their  fragrance, 
sweet  and  soothing,  lulling  them  to  a  sense  of  rest. 

"  A  strange  contrast,"  remarked  Cambyses. 

"  Delightful !  "  exclaimed  Cyaxares. 

"  He  shows  brutally  good  taste,"  replied  Cambyses. 

"  What  is  brutal  about  this  ?  "  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  The  lash  and  thong  woven  into  its  fabric  and  con 
cealed  by  this  sweet  perfume,"  replied  Cambyses. 

"  O  yes,  I  understand,"  sighed  Cyaxares. 

At  another  fountain  an  old  man  stood,  holding  a 
cup  filled  with  sparkling  water,  which  he  extended  to 
them. 

Cyaxares  reached  forth  his  hand  to  partake,  but 
Cambyses  withdrew  the  cup  and  dropped  a  piece  of 
silver  into  the  old  man's  hand.  Cyaxares  understood 
and  they  passed  on ;  they  were  still  in  the  danger  zone, 
and  robbery  was  no  crime.  It  was  needless  to  tempt 
fate.  The  criminals  of  Baleria  were  experts  in  making 
poisons  from  the  wild  cucumber,  bitter  apple,  almond, 
and  castor  bean. 

Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  were  discussing  this  prob 
lem  when  they  were  suddenly  confronted  by  a  large 
guardsman,  accompanied  by  Crecies.  They  both 


32  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

placed  themselves  on  guard,  and  demanded  to  know  the 
meaning  of  the  intrusion. 

"  Show  me  your  passes,"  demanded  the  guard. 

Cambyses  slipped  his  hand  beneath  his  priestly  robe, 
but  Cyaxares  stayed  him.  Their  three  men  in  the 
background  were  quickly  closing  in  on  the  intruders. 
An  encounter  seemed  inevitable  when  a  singular  thing 
occurred.  A  strange  priest  stepped  from  the  shadow 
of  the  wall  and  took  a  position  by  their  side. 

"  Uncover  and  show  your  faces,"  demanded  the  guard 
in  a  louder  tone  as  he  drew  nearer  to  them. 

The  stranger  threw  off  his  cowl,  and  in  a  loud  and 
angry  voice  exclaimed, 

"  Since  when  have  you  been  given  authority  to  chal 
lenge  the  priests  of  Crail  in  the  streets  of  Baleria?  " 

Paulius,  for  it  was  he,  recoiled  and  muttered, 

"  You !  " 

"  I  shall  demand  of  Deioces  an  explanation  of  this." 
Then  the  priest  turned  to  the  others  and  said  in  an 
authoritative  voice: 

"  Pass  on.     You  will  not  be  molested." 

As  he  turned  his  face  from  Paulius,  the  latter  quickly 
raised  his  mace  to  strike  him  a  deadly  blow.  There 
were  two  quick  thuds  and  Paulius  and  Crecies  both  lay 
stretched,  senseless,  upon  the  ground,  while  standing 
over  their  prostrate  forms  were  the  burly  henchmen, 
Kapies,  Heptes,  and  Candes.  They  knew  by  instinct 
when  to  strike  a  blow. 

Cyaxares  looked  inquiringly  at  the  stranger.  The 
latter  stood  for  a  moment  contemplating  the  fallen 
men. 

"  I  saw  his  upraised  mace.  It  is  the  first  time  to  my 
knowledge  that  a  priest  of  Crail  has  been  threatened 
by  Paulius.  Should  they  remain  here  they  would  come 


CYAXARES'  ADVENTURE  IN  BALERIA  33 

around,  and  no  report  would  be  made  of  the  affair. 
It  is  a  common  thing  for  Paulius  to  be  mixed  up  in 
broils.     But  I  deem  it  wise  to  put  them  out  of  the  way 
for  this  night.     Have  your  men  bring  the  bodies  here." 
With   Cambyses'   aid  the  heavy  hulks  were  carried 
through  a  doorway  and  deposited.     In  the  dark  back 
ground  two  figures   were   standing.     The  priest   hur 
riedly  whispered  some  instructions  and  again  came  to 
the  street,  closing  and  locking  the  door  after  him. 
"And  you?"  demanded  Cyaxares. 
"  Saranaces.     At    your    service,    Prince    Cyaxares," 
was  the  startling  answer. 

Cyaxares  caught  his  breath  for  a  moment,  while 
Cambyses  started  forward  in  surprise,  for  he  had  not 
seen  the  priest  for  many  years. 

Saranaces  quickly  drew  his  cowl  over  his  face,  and 
said,  "  Come,  we  must  not  remain  standing  here,"  and 
he  walked  quickly  along  the  street  with  the  others  fol 
lowing  after  him. 

The  streets  took  on  a  decidedly  different  aspect  as 
they  drew  nearer  to  the  citadel,  which  loomed  before 
them,  a  great  pile  of  marble,  jade,  jasper,  and  onyx, 
glittering  even  in  the  darkness,  as  the  breeze  swayed 
innumerable  hanging  lanterns  back  and  forth  about  its 
walls.  It  was  surrounded  by  a  high  wall  over  the  top 
of  which  peeped  the  foliage  of  swaying  trees.  It  was 
known  throughout  the  world  as  one  of  the  most  magnifi 
cent  palaces  ever  constructed  by  a  proud  king. 
Cyaxares  speculated  inwardly  as  he  gazed  upon  the 
glooming  mass. 

"  It  is  the  concentrated  sufferings  of  my  father's  peo 
ple,  who  would  have  been  my  heritage.  It  shall  be 
mine  by  force,  that  I  may  make  restitution  to  those  that 
have  been  plundered,"  he  muttered. 


34  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

They  were  in  a  section  of  the  city  near  to  the  palace 
when  Saranaces  stopped,  unlocked,  and  pushed  open  a 
door,  and  bade  them  enter.  Treading  a  long,  stone- 
paved  corridor,  they  reached  an  open  court  with  nu 
merous  doors  on  its  four  sides.  Pushing  one  of  these 
open  he  bade  Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  enter,  the  others 
to  remain  in  the  court. 

They  were  ushered  through  a  series  of  low-ceilinged 
rooms,  and  into  a  similar  one  furnished  with  tables  and 
chairs.  A  side  door  opened  and  another  priest  entered 
and  heartily  greeted  them. 

"  Welcome,  Prince  Cyaxares !  Welcome,  my  dear 
Cambyses !  I  thought  you  would  tell  me  of  your  com 
ing  to  Baleria." 

"  Cracillies ! "  exclaimed  Cambyses,  and  they  em 
braced. 

Placing  his  hands  upon  Cyaxares'  shoulders,  he 
looked  at  the  young  prince  admiringly,  saying: 
"  Thrice  welcome,  son  of  my  friend." 

"  What  a  fine  fellow  he  is,  to  be  sure.  Your  cause 
is  just,  you  will  make  a  great  and  good  king,  like  your 
father,  Cyaxares ;  you  will  win.  An  unexpected  thing 
has  happened  to  bring  about  exactly  the  conditions  for 
which  you  have  been  waiting.  Be  seated,  and  we  will 
tell  you  of  it." 

Cyaxares  suitably  acknowledged  the  compliment,  and 
they  all  drew  near  the  table.  Another  priest  had  fol 
lowed  Cracillies  into  the  room,'  but  had  remained  stand 
ing  in  the  shadowy  background. 

"  This  is  a  very  strange  coincidence,  Cyaxares,"  said 
Saranaces.  "  We  knew  not  of  your  coming,  and  were 
gathering  here  to  devise  ways  by  which  we  could  quickly 
communicate  with  you  on  a  most  important  matter.  A 
most  unheard-of  incident  has  occurred,  which,  if  it  be- 


comes  known,  I  fear  may  precipitate  another  holy  war, 
and  bring  ruin  down  upon  Ironia." 

"  It  must  be  a  grave  matter.  Pray  tell  me,  for  I 
am  bursting  with  curiosity.  Has  it  any  material  bear 
ing  upon  my  contemplated  move  against  Deioces?  "  re 
plied  Cyaxares. 

"  It  has  everything  to  do  with  your  case.  It  sup 
plies  you  with  an  immediate  reason  for  calling  upon  the 
Holy  Crater.  If  carefully  handled  your  fortunes  are 
assured.  If  improperly  handled,  disaster  will  over 
take  us  all." 

"  Do  tell  me  the  truth,"  impatiently  demanded 
Cyaxares. 

The  priest  in  the  shadow  seemed  to  shift  his  posi 
tion. 

"  It  is  this,"  continued  Cracillies.  "  One  week  ago 
a  rich  caravan,  traveling  from  Nineveh,  was  overtaken 
by  a  band  of  upland  brigands.  An  Aryan  princess  was 
traveling  in  state  toward  the  pass  of  Derbend,  return 
ing  to  her  native  home  after  a  long  sojourn  in  Nineveh 
and  Babylon  for  the  purpose  of  acquiring  an  educa 
tion.  Word  came  to  Deioces  of  her  great  beauty  and 
wonderful  talents,  and  he  sent  an  emissary  to  treat 
with  the  brigands  for  the  possession  of  this  beautiful 
young  princess.  The  emissary  was  successful  and  re 
turned  bringing  the  lady  back  with  him. 

"  Upon  her  arrival  at  the  palace,  believing  that 
Deioces  would  not  dare  to  detain  or  molest  her,  she  de 
clared  her  identity,  and  demanded  an  immediate  escort 
to  her  native  country.  She  had  made  the  mistake, 
however,  of  keeping  her  identity  concealed  from  every 
one  else,  and  as  soon  as  Deioces  knew  this  she  was  at 
his  mercy.  He  merely  laughed  at  her  threats.  Now  it 
happened  that  Saluciea,  of  Deioces'  palace,  learned  the 


36  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

truth  before  the  king  had  despoiled  her,  and  last  night 
she  passed  her  through  the  secret  gate  of  the  wall  of 
the  palace  and  placed  her,  with  all  the  facts,  into 
Saranaces'  hands,  and  we  now  have  her  concealed  in 
this  very  place  until  we  may  safely  conduct  her  to  the 
caverns  of  Crail,  where  not  even  Deioces  would  dare 
to  pursue  her." 

"  And  her  identity?  "  asked  Cyaxares  with  suppressed 
emotion. 

"  Madrilla,  the  daughter  of  the  Sapor,  King  of 
Kings !  "  dramatically  declared  Cracillies. 

Cyaxares  sprang  to  his  feet  in  his  excitement,  ex 
claiming  : 

"The  Sapor's  daughter!  Do  I  hear  aright?  Call 
upon  all  the  gods  to  protect  us.  Every  one  knowing 
this  should  at  once  be  detained,  that  he  babble  it  not 
in  his  sleep,  for  the  moment  that  it  becomes  known  to 
the  Sapor,  the  Holy  Crater  will  belch  her  clans  down 
upon  us,  and  there  will  be  no  Ironia.  The  Medes  will 
be  swept  off  the  earth.  It  will  precipitate  a  holy  war 
of  annihilation.  There  will  not  be  enough  heads  in 
Ironia  to  pay  the  penalty,  and  Persis  will  be  deluged. 
There  is  no  telling  where  it  would  end.  I  believe  it 
would  mean  death  to  the  messenger  even  that  con 
veyed  the  truth  to  the  Sapor." 

"  Not  if  that  messenger  were  Prince  Cyaxares," 
gravely  remarked  Cracillies. 

"  Ah,  I  have  light;  my  cause  is  won.  If  I  can  safely 
get  away  from  Ironia,  I  see  my  way,"  said  Cyaxares. 
"  I  shall  start  at  once." 

"  Wait,  I  have  a  still  greater  surprise  for  you.  The 
Sapor's  daughter  had  a  traveling  companion,  another 
princess,  Almareta,  daughter  of  Astyages,  King  of 
Persis.  She  is  now  here  with  Madrilla,  and  by  a 


miracle   they    are   both   chaste  women,   thanks   to   the 
good  offices  of  Saluciea." 

Cyaxares  again  exclaimed  in  surprise. 

"  Now  you  have  your  immediate  cause  for  warfare 
against  Deioces,"  continued  Cracillies.  "  But  you  also 
have  more  reason  to  fear  a  deluge." 

"  It  is  a  miracle,  and  we  must  act  quickly.  We  must 
get  the  two  princesses  within  the  protecting  en 
virons  of  the  caverns  of  Crail.  Then  I  shall  at  once 
start  upon  my  mission,"  declared  Cyaxares.  "  In 
whose  care  are  they  now?  " 

At  this  question  Cracillies  sprang  to  his  feet  and 
began  profusely  to  apologize  to  the  priest  who  had  all 
the  while  remained  in  the  background. 

"  I  really  feel  deeply  mortified  at  my  remissness, 
Bralezie ;  let  me  present  you  to  the  prince  Cyaxares  and 
to  my  old  companion  and  friend,  Cambyses,"  and  he 
led  the  priest  forward.  "  We  contemplate  giving  the 
young  women  into  his  charge  until  we  can  safely  con 
vey  them  to  the  gardens  of  Crail.  In  fact  I  have  just 
given  to  him  the  keys  to  these  rooms,  which  are  the 
rendezvous  of  the  priests  of  Crail  when  in  Baleria. 
He  alone  besides  ourselves  knows  the  secret,"  and  he 
motioned  to  Bralezie. 

In  his  excitement,  Bralezie  inadvertently  allowed  his 
cowl  to  drop  back  upon  his  shoulders,  revealing  his  face 
in  the  full  light. 

Instantly  Cambyses  bounded  toward  him. 

"  That  thing  a  priest !  That  scoundrel  in  charge 
of  virtuous  young  women !  A  lower  beast  never  lived. 
Better  return  the  princesses  to  the  brigands  that  first 
captured  them.  This  is  Zinkara,  the  secret  spy  of 
Deioces." 

The   man   had   slowly   backed   toward   a   door,   and 


38  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

while  they  all  stood  momentarily  spellbound  he  sprang 
through  the  door  and  locked  it  between  them. 

"  Go  quickly,  or  you  will  find  the  young  women 
gone,"  cried  Cambyses. 

Cracillies  was  first  to  awaken  to  the  peril,  and  he 
gave  quick  orders. 

"  You,  Cyaxares  and  Saranaces,  remain  here ;  come 
with  me,  Cambyses,"  and  they  darted  out  through  the 
court,  giving  orders  to  the  three  waiting  henchmen  to 
detain  any  one  attempting  to  pass.  Then  they 
reached  the  street,  and  hurried  to  the  other  side  of  the 
square  to  intercept  Zinkara,  should  he  attempt  to  flee 
with  the  women  in  that  direction. 

Upon  reaching  the  door,  Cracillies  wailed, 

"  O,  we  are  too  late !  Look  here,"  and  he  held  up 
the  end  of  a  woman's  mantilla,  which  had  been  caught 
in  the  door  and  dragged  from  her.  "  They  have  gone 
this  way.  But  some  one  is  in  there.  The  door  is 
locked  on  the  inside.  This  key  that  I  have  will  not 
enter.  Run,  Cambyses,  send  your  strongest  man  here 
to  guard  this  gate.  I  will  await  his  coming." 

Cambyses  hurried  back  to  get  Kapies.  A  few  min 
utes  later  they  returned,  to  find  Cracillies  lying  un 
conscious  before  the  open  door.  Some  one  had  emerged 
and  struck  him  down. 

They  raised  him  to  a  sitting  position,  and  he  showed 
signs  of  returning  consciousness,  and  in  a  few  mo 
ments  was  able  to  reason  again. 

"  Place  me  inside,  and  close  the  door.  I  will  be  all 
right.  Leave  me  and  hurry  back.  Saranaces  will  tell 
you  where  to  go." 

Cambyses  quickly  complied,  and  then  returned  to 
where  Cyaxares  and  Saranaces  were  waiting,  and 
briefly  explained  what  had  occurred. 


"  Come,  they  would  not  risk  passing  the  door  through 
which  we  entered,  and  the  way  to  the  palace  by  an 
other  street  is  long.  Perhaps  we  may  intercept  them. 
They  will  make  for  the  door  in  the  dead-wall  back  of 
the  palace."  Then  Saranaces  conducted  them  the 
shortest  way  to  the  dead-wall,  arriving  there  in  time  to 
see  two  men,  each  carrying  one  of  the  young  women, 
enter  the  door  in  the  wall  and  slam  it  shut  almost  in 
their  faces. 

Thoroughly  disappointed  they  stood  silent  for  a 
moment,  half  concealed  by  clumps  of  shrubbery.  Sud 
denly  Saranaces  pushed  them  closer  into  the  bushes. 
A  single  figure  was  seen  skulking  along  in  the  shadow 
of  the  wall  and  making  for  the  door.  As  he  drew  near 
the  shrubs  he  was  pounced  upon  and  muffled  before 
he  could  utter  a  sound. 

"  It  is  Zinkara,"  said  Saranaces,  as  they  secured  his 
hands  and  feet.  Bidding  the  henchmen  take  him  up 
they  hastened  with  him  back  to  the  rendezvous,  where 
they  thrust  him  into  a  secret  dungeon.  Cracillies  had 
not  been  seriously  injured,  and  though  still  dazed  had 
made  his  way  back  to  the  chamber  where  he  was  im 
patiently  awaiting  their  return.  He  was  overjoyed  to 
see  that  they  had  captured  Zinkara.  Both  he  and 
Saranaces  explained  that  Zinkara,  under  the  name  of 
Bralezie,  had  been  a  trusted  member  of  the  brother 
hood,  and,  doubtless,  all  this  time  had  been  a  spy  set 
upon  them  by  Deioces. 

Cambyses  said  that  by  accident  he  had  seen  him  at 
Regules'  mountain  house,  Regules  himself  having  con 
fided  the  truth  to  him.  Zinkara  had  never  seen 
Cambyses  before,  therefore  had  felt  safe  in  the  pres 
ence  of  the  strangers. 

Cyaxares   was   much   excited.     Pacing  the  floor  in 


40  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

the  greatest  impatience,  he  was  thinking  out  some  plan 
of  action. 

Stopping,  he  said: 

"  Bring  me  parchment  and  ink.  We  have  Zinkara. 
His  men  have  never  seen  me.  I  am  going  to  present 
myself  to  Deioces;  as  a  messenger  from  Astyages,  and 
demand  the  immediate  surrender  of  both  these  prin 
cesses." 

"  You  go  to  Deioces  !  "  exclaimed  Saranaces.  "  Why 
it  is  death  for  one  of  his  subjects  to  smile  in  his  pres 
ence." 

"  Yes,  bring  me  the  writing  materials.  I,  fortu 
nately,  am  not  one  of  his  subjects,  and  I  shall  not 
smile." 

Without  further  parley  parchment  and  ink  were 
brought.  Cyaxares  carefully  prepared  his  demand 
upon  Deioces,  and  then  read  it  to  the  others : 

"  DEIOCES,  KING  OF  IBONIA: 

"  On  demand,  surrender  to  the  bearer  of  this  order  my 
daughter,  also  the  daughter  of  the  Sapor,  as  chaste  as  when 
you  received  them.  Make  full  apology  for  the  outrage, 
and  return  my  messenger  unharmed,  or,  by  the  eternal  gods, 
all  of  the  clans  of  the  Holy  Crater  and  of  my  domains  will 
come  upon  you  like  a  tidal  wave  to  sweep  you  and  your 
country  off  the  earth.  The  heavens  nor  the  earth  will 
provide  a  hiding-place  for  your  detestable  head. 

"  ASTYAGES." 

Taking  from  his  pouch  a  letter,  which  had  been  sent 
to  his  father  by  Astyages,  he  removed  from  it  the  seal 
of  the  king,  and  placed  it  upon  this  drastic  message. 

"  This  is  the  most  outrageous  thing  that  Deioces 
has  ever  attempted.  His  mind  is  full  of  trepidation 
and  doubt  in  the  dread  fear  of  word  getting  out  by 


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which  Astyages  and  the  Sapor  may  learn  the  truth. 
It  is  while  he  is  in  thisj  state  of  mind  that  I  must  strike 
him. 

"  You,  Cracillies  and  Saranaces,  remain  here,  for, 
should  I  succeed  in  getting  possession  of  the  princesses, 
I  shall  return  here  with  them.  I  shall  take  Cambyses 
and  his  men  with  me,  disguised  as  priests  of  Crail.  If 
I  fail,  it  will  be  no  reflection  upon  you." 

"  And  you  have  the  hardihood  to  demand  an 
audience  with  Deioces  to-night,  and  deliver  this  arbi 
trary  message  to  him?  "  asked  Saranaces,  in  astonish 
ment. 

"  Within  the  hour,"  replied  Cyaxares. 

Throwing  off  his  own  priest's  garb,  he  stood,  in 
his  coat  of  mail,  a  splendid  representative  of  King 
Astyages,  even  if  he  had  forged  his  order  upon 
Deioces. 

"  Resume  your  priest's  garbs,  Cambyses.  Be  pre 
pared  to  receive  the  two  princesses,  Cracillies,  for  we 
shall  return  with  them  or  the  head  of  Deioces  him 
self,"  and  Cyaxares  passed  out  on  his  dangerous  mis 
sion. 

It  was  yet  early  in  the  night,  and  there  were  in 
dications  of  revelry  in  Deioces'  palace.  The  great 
bronze  gates  were  open,  and  long  rows  of  fantastic 
lanterns  and  sputtering  flambeaux  made  the  way  to  the 
palace  portals  as  light  as  day. 

Boldly  approaching  the  gates,  Cyaxares  demanded 
immediate  escort  to  the  palace,  saying, 

"  I  am  the  bearer  of  an  urgent  message  from  King 
Astyages  to  King  Deioces." 

The  dignity  of  his  bearing  and  his  haughty  impor 
tance  caused  the  challenging  guards  to  hesitate. 

Drawing  the  parchment  from  his  pouch,   Cyaxares 


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exhibited  Astyages'  seal,  and  one  of  the  guards  con 
ducted  them  to  the  doors  of  the  palace,  which  were 
wrought  of  copper  and  inlaid  with  silver,  an  imitation 
of  climbing  grape-vines,  the  leaves  and  clusters  of 
grapes  standing  out  in  bold  relief  in  the  light.  A  bold 
approach  was  made. 

Here  a  more  peremptory  challenge  stopped  him. 

"  I  am  the  bearer  of  an  urgent  message  from  King 
Astyages  to  King  Deioces,"  he  repeated,  again  exhibit 
ing  the  seal  of  Astyages. 

"  The  king  cannot  receive  you  to-night.  He  is  in 
the  midst  of  a  great  banquet,"  was  the  courteous  an 
swer  on  the  part  of  a  dignitary  that  had  been  sum 
moned. 

"  I  must  leave  here  at  break  of  day  to-morrow 
morning  for  the  court  of  Nabonassar.  I  cannot  wait. 
This  is  a  matter  of  life  and  death.  Twenty  thousand 
warriors,  under  arms,  await  the  reply  that  I  send  back 
to  King  Astyages.  Shall  I  send  a  message  to  him 
saying  that  Deioces  is  banqueting,  therefore  cannot 
give  audience  to  his  ambassador?  " 

This  bold  speech  created  a  mild  panic,  and  he  was 
bidden  to  wait  till  Pinteles,  the  king's  chamberlain, 
could  be  summoned.  That  dignitary  came  with 
alacrity,  and  asked  that  the  message  be  delivered  into 
his  hands. 

Cyaxares  promptly  replied  that  he  was  provided 
with  full  credentials  to  speak  directly  to  the  king 
himself,  and  none  other  but  his  hands  could  receive  the 
message. 

"  Who  are  these  priests  ?  "  asked  the  official. 

"  They  are  here  to  speak  for  the  Holy  Church,  if 
need  be,"  replied  Cyaxares. 

"  How  are  we  to  know  that  you  are  what  you  repre- 


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sent  yourself  to  be?  "  indiscreetly  asked  the  captain  of 
guards. 

"First,  by  this  seal  of  King  Astyages,  and  then  by 
this  sword,  varlet,"  and  Cyaxares  quickly  drew  his 
short  sword  and  struck  the  guard  a  smart  blow  across 
the  shoulder  with  its  flat  side.  "  That  for  your  in 
solence,"  he  said,  then  turning  to  the  surprised  Pinteles 
continued : 

"  Act  quickly.     I  have  other  important  duties." 

Instead  of  precipitating  a  fracas,  as  such  overbear 
ing  conduct  on  the  part  of  a  messenger  would  ordina 
rily  have  done,  Cyaxares'  bold  play  exhilarated  action 
on  the  part  of  the  court  officials.  They  were  con 
ducted  to  a  large  and  luxuriously  furnished  room,  and 
bidden  to  wait. 

A  half  an  hour  later  the  chamberlain  returned  say 
ing,  with  profound  bows : 

"  The  king  will  grant  you  audience.  Permit  your 
companions  to  remain  here  for  your  call."  Then  he 
was  conducted  to  the  audience  chamber. 

Deioces  sat  in  a  large,  upholstered  chair,  sur 
rounded  by  many  pillows  and  cushions.  In  his  hand 
he  held  a  delicate  ivory  fan,  with  which  his  fingers  con 
stantly  played.  Unconsciously  he  was  betraying  his 
nervous  strain  to  Cyaxares,  who  had  been  told  in 
secret  that  this  fan  was  only  seen  in  Deioces'  hands 
when  he  was  much  perturbed.  But  Cyaxares  had  in 
stantly  perceived  a  much  more  important  signal  of 
danger.  The  king's  face  was  flushed  with  wine,  and 
he  might  in  this  inebriated  condition  do  something  rash 
to  upset  Cyaxares'  plans. 

Deioces  did  not  wait  for  the  technicalities  that  court 
etiquette  required,  but  said  curtly, 

"The  message!" 


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The  chamberlain  took  the  message  from  Cyaxares' 
hand  and  placed  it  in  that  of  the  king. 

Despite  the  rouge  and  paint  upon  his  sallow  cheeks, 
the  hectic  flush  of  the  wine  fled  as  he  read  the  mes 
sage,  leaving  his  face  spotted  and  of  a  mottled  gray 
color.  It  had  struck  home. 

A  diplomatically  phrased  note  would  not  have  had 
this  effect.  The  brutal  and  insulting  character  of  the 
note  indicated  the  deep  anger  of  King  Astyages.  And 
had  it  been  only  Astyages,  he  would  not  have  been  so 
disturbed.  But  the  Sapor!  And  perhaps  even 
Nabonassor,  with  whom  he  had  been  on  excellent  terms, 
—  that  shook  him  with  nameless  fear. 

Well  did  he  recognize  the  enormity  of  this  insult  to 
other  rulers,  and  he  now  had  a  wholesome  fear  of  the 
consequences. 

His  haggard  face  grew  purple;  his  lower  jaw 
sagged ;  a  far-off  look  came  into  his  sunken,  watery 
eyes ;  his  hands  visibly  trembled,  and  he  was  a  pitiable 
object.  His  own  chamberlain,  realizing  the  startling 
nature  of  the  message  without  knowing  its  actual  con 
tents,  was  much  perturbed. 

Suddenly  Deioces  braced  himself,  half  sprang  from 
his  seat,  and  screamed: 

"  It's  a  brazen  lie !  Neither  of  the  wenches  is  in 
my  palace." 

"  Shall  I  take  these  words  back  to  Astyages  as  your 
answer  to  his  note?  "  calmly  asked  Cyaxares. 

Deioces  bit  the  blood  from  his  lips  in  his  suppressed 
rage,  and  as  it  flecked  his  flowing  beard  he  wiped  it 
away  with  the  priceless  lace  upon  his  sleeve.  Hot  tears 
of  vexation  dimmed  his  eyes  as  he  reread  the  insulting 
message,  more  tol  gain  time  to  think  than  for  any  other 
reason.  This  terrible  young  man  before  him  seemed 


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the  message  incarnate.  His  massive  proportions,  his 
kingly  bearing,  and  his  bold  and  fearless  pose  intimated 
determination  and  power.  It  was  useless  to  vent  his 
wrath  upon  Cyaxares'  person.  To  do  so  could  only 
make  matters  worse.  Did  the  note  not  say,  "  Return 
my  messenger  unharmed?  " 

He  took  his  time  to  frame  a  verbal  reply  to  the  note. 
Cyaxares  plainly  saw  that  he  had  won  so  far  as  con 
vincing  Deioces  of  the  authenticity  of  the  message  was 
concerned,  but  he  well  knew  that  more  serious  matters 
must  follow.  Suppose  Deioces  really  did  not  know 
that  the  young  women  had  been  returned  to  his  palace ; 
he  could  truthfully  say  that  they  were  not  there  with 
out  admitting  that  they  had  been  there.  It  would  be 
presuming  too  much  to  ask  if  they  had;  there 
was  a  danger  line  in  dealing  with  a  drunken  king. 
Notwithstanding  Cyaxares  had  coolly  calculated  upon 
rolling  Deioces'  head  upon  the  floor,  should  necessity 
require  it,  that  would  not  serve  his  purpose  and  would, 
doubtless,  cost  him  his  life. 

Suppose  Deioces  was  aware  of  their  return  and 
should  lie  to  him  and  say  they  were  not  in  his 
palace,  then  he  must  frame  a  bold  story  that  would 
prove  they  were,  and  yet  not  declare  that  the 
king  had  wantonly  told  a  falsehood.  Here  was  dan 
gerous  ground'  to  cover.  Under  no  circumstances  could 
the  king  confess  his  guilt. 

Again  drawing  his  lace  sleeve  across  his  mouth  and 
chin,  Deioces  said: 

"  You  may  give  my  compliments  to  Astyages,  and 
tell  him  that  on  my  honor  I  declare  that  neither  his 
daughter  nor  the  daughter  of  the  Sapor  is  in  my 
palace,  nor  to  my  knowledge  in  Baleria.  I  will  make 
diligent  inquiry  into  this  matter  at  once,  and  I  shall 


46  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

send  a  messenger  to  him  setting  forth  the  facts  as  I 
learn  them,"  and  he  arose  as  if  this  ended  the  inter 
view. 

Deioces  had  by  this  careful  phraseology  evaded  the 
truth  as  to  their  having  been  in  his  palace,  but  there 
was  in  it  the  ring  of  possible  ignorance  of  their  having 
been  returned  there  that  evening,  doubtless  because 
that  was  his  night  of  debauch,  and  he  had  ordered  the 
chamberlain  not  to  disturb  him.  Taking  this  view, 
Cyaxares  approached  the  delicate  ground. 

"  I  regret  to  have  to  remind  your  Majesty  that  the 
two  princesses  have  been  brought  into  your  palace 
without  your  knowledge,  and  doubtless  without  your 
consent,  this  very  evening.  They  are  now  in  conceal 
ment  here.  Therefore,  in  full  compliance  with  the  in 
structions  of  King  Astyages,  I  must  demand  that  they 
be  immediately  placed  in  my  keeping,  to  be  returned 
in  safety  to  their  respective  homes." 

"  Insolence !  How  dare  you  know  so  much  about 
my  palace?  " 

"  Command  your  servants  to  produce  them." 

"  Must  I  tolerate  this  insolence?  " 

"  I  assure  your  Majesty  that  no  insolence  is  pur 
posely  intended.  I  know  whereof  I  speak  when  I  de 
clare  that  these  two  young  women  are  without  your 
knowledge  concealed  within  these  palace  walls.  I  will 
inform  you  that  the  whole  church  of  the  triple  alliance 
is  in  a  rage  over  the  matter,  and  it  is  from  the  Holy 
Church  of  Baleria  that  I  get  my  information.  Your 
official,  Zinkara,  has  confessed  to  having  secretly  sent 
the  two  princesses  here,  and  they  are  here  now." 

Instead  of  resenting  this  bold  speech  Deioces  turned 
a  look  of  wrath  upon  Pinteles,  who  attempted  to  ex 
plain. 


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"Are  they  here?"  roared  Deioces. 

The  chamberlain  bowed  his  head  in  reply. 

"  Conduct  this  gentleman  to  the  blue  room  until  you 
can  prepare  the  princesses  for  travel,  then  bring  them 
here."  Turning  to  Cyaxares,  he  said :  "  I  deeply  re 
gret  this.  Inform  Astyages  that  I  shall  at  once  send 
an  ambassador  to  him  with  my  message.  The  prin 
cesses  will  be  placed  in  your  care."  Then  Cyaxares 
was  conducted  to  an  adjacent  room  to  await  develop 
ments. 

What  snare  was  being  laid?  That  some  treachery 
was  intended  was  certain.  Deioces  would  not  thus 
permit  himself  openly  to  be  convicted.  He  looked  to 
see  if  the  priests  were  still  in  the  waiting-room.  They 
were,  and  he  felt  more  comfortable. 

After  half  an  hour's  wait  the  chamberlain  returned 
accompanied  by  two  muffled  figures,  but  Cyaxares  de 
manded  that  their  faces  be  unmasked.  After  some 
parley  about  this  the  muffled  figures  were  taken  from 
the  room  and  another  wait  of  twenty  minutes  occurred. 
Cyaxares  became  suspicious  and  restless.  He  walked 
out  to  where  Cambyses  and  his  companion  were  seated, 
and  began  to  converse  in  low  tones  with  Cambyses. 
They  all  rose  and  started  slowly  toward  the  doorway, 
as  if  being  impatient  with  the  delay.  Immediately 
Pinteles,  with  two  of  his  guards,  appeared,  almost 
dragging  into  the  room  two  drooping  figures.  They 
were  undoubtedly  the  two  princesses. 

"  Uncover  their  faces,"  commanded  Cyaxares. 

Reluctantly  Pinteles  obeyed,  and  removed  the  scarfs 
that  were  tightly  bound  about  the  scared  but  beautiful 
young  faces  of  the  women. 

Upon  seeing  the  commanding  figure  of  Cyaxares,  ac 
companied  by  the  priests,  the  two  women  at  once  fell 


48 

down  before  him,  and  begged  his  protection.  Pinteles 
approached  to  lift  them  to  their  feet. 

"  Stand  away !  Touch  them  not ! "  commanded 
Cyaxares.  Then  lifting  the  women  to  their  feet,  he 
bade  Cambyses  and  his  men  support  them,  and  started 
toward  the  palace  doors. 

"  You  are  to  take  them  out  by  way  of  the  secret 
gate,"  said  Pinteles,  and  he  and  his  guards  essayed  to 
pass  between  them  and  the  door. 

"  What  is  the  meaning  of  this  ?  Would  Deioces  bid 
Astyages  or  the  King  of  Kings  to  enter  this  palace  by 
a  back  way?  Then  why  do  you  require  their  daughters 
to  pass  out  by  such  way?  I  would  not  dare  return 
to  them,  did  I  permit  this  indignity,"  and  Cyaxares 
boldly  bade  his  men  proceed. 

There  was  a  suspicious  rustling  of  a  curtain,  and 
at  some  mysterious  signal  Pinteles  and  his  men  with 
drew. 

"  Go  quickly ;  there  is  intrigue  going  on  here.  We 
are  not  free  to  leave  the  palace  grounds !  "  Cyaxares 
whispered  to  Cambyses. 

A  guard  swiftly  passed  by  them  and  toward  the 
great  gates  of  the  palace  grounds.  When  they  them 
selves  arrived,  the  gates  were  being  closed.  They  were 
ponderous  things  and  could  not  be  quickly  adjusted, 
which  gave  the  party  an  opportunity  to  prevent  their 
facing  closed. 

"  Throw  off  your  robes  and  give  me  three  of  them. 
Hold  the  guards  back  until  we  are  out  of  sight," 
hastily  demanded  Cyaxares. 

In  an  instant  a  priest's  robe  was  cast  over  each 
of  the  women,  while  Cyaxares  donned  one  himself. 
Cambyses  and  his  men  had  so  taken  the  gate-keepers 
by  surprise  that  they  not  only  prevented  the  gates 


from  being  closed  until  Cyaxares  and  his  charges  had 
fled  through  them,  but  also  held  the  guards  at  bay 
until  they  themselves  had  brought  the  two  great  gates 
in  place  and  thrown  the  outer  chain  across  them  and 
over  a  hook,  to  prevent  their  being  followed.  Not  un 
til  this  was  accomplished  did  Cambyses  express  sur 
prise  that  not  an  outcry  had  been  made.  Evidently 
Pinteles  had  commanded  this,  not  desiring  to  create  a 
sensation  that  could  not  well  be  explained. 

Cyaxares  hurried  the  two  women  on  toward  the 
rendezvous  where  Cracillies  and  Saranaces  were  im 
patiently  waiting.  At  the  door  stood  two  stalwart 
men,  who  immediately  attacked  Cyaxares,  who  pushed 
the  young  women  behind  him,  telling  them  not  to  flee. 
The  palace  guards,  for  so  they  proved  to  be,  had 
Cyaxares  at  a  disadvantage  because  of  their  longer 
weapons,  but  his  prodigious  strength  and  great  agility 
enabled  him  to  hold  them  at  bay  until  Cambyses  and 
his  men  came  up  and  quickly  had  them  down.  For 
tunately  the  priests  within  had  heard  the  clash  of  arms 
and  stood  ready  to  pass  them  in  through  the  door,  and 
drag  the  two  fallen  guards  inside  and  bar  the  door 
before  the  shuffling  feet  of  the  other  approaching 
guard's  could  turn  the  corner  and  see  where  they  had 
taken  refuge. 

"  You  may,  and  you  may  not,  be  safe,"  declared 
Cracillies.  "  That  wholly  depends  upon  circum 
stances." 

The  women  were  much  frightened  and  clung  to 
Cyaxares  as  their  rescuer,  for  they  well  knew  that  they 
had  had  a  narrow  escape  in  getting  away  from  the 
palace  of  Deioces. 

"  I  charge  you  with  their  protection,  Cambyses," 
said  Cyaxares.  Then  he,  Cracillies,  and  Saranaces 


50  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

drew  apart  to  consult.  The  two  wounded  guards  were 
being  taken  care  of  in  the  outer  court  by  Cambyses' 
men. 

"  Let  us  quickly  analyze  the  present  situation,"  said 
Cyaxares. 

"  We  must  first  find  out  who  these  men  are,  who 
knew  how  to  anticipate  your  return  here.  I  am  hope 
ful  that  they  are  the  men  that  assisted  Zinkara  in  tak 
ing  the  princesses  back  to  the  palace,  the  same  two 
that  you  saw  enter  the  gate  in  the  dead-wall,  bearing 
the  women  in  their  arms.  If  this  should  be  true,  it  is 
quite  possible  that  no  one  at  the  palace  has  been  fully 
informed  of  this  rendezvous.  The  capture  of  Zinkara 
is  the  key  to  the  situation,  for  doubtless  he  alone  would 
make  the  report  to  Pinteles." 

Cyaxares  hurriedly  explained  what  had  occurred  at 
the  palace,  after  which  Cracillies  expressed  himself  as 
being  doubly  assured  of  their  present  safety. 

"  We  have  a  means  of  knowing  more  of  the  situa 
tion  at  the  palace.  You,  Saranaces,  go  and  have  the 
two  men  thrown  into  the  dungeon  with  Zinkara. 
Cyaxares  and  I  will  go  to  the  secret  adjoining  cell," 
and  Cracillies  led  Cyaxares  to  a  narrow  chamber,  in 
the  wall  of  which  was  a  hidden  door  entering  a  small 
cell.  This  they  entered  and  then  they  waited.  They 
were  in  total  darkness.  Soon  thereafter  a  faint  light 
appeared  through  a  narrow  slit  in  the  wall.  Two  men 
were  quickly  thrust  into  the  adjoining  cell,  and  the 
light  disappeared. 

With  a  vicious  curse  Zinkara  greeted  the  newcomers 
as  they  tumbled  into  the  same  cell  with  him. 

"  Who  are  you  ?  "  he  demanded. 

"  I  am  Moseus,  body-guard  to  Deioces,"  replied  one 
of  the  newcomers. 


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A  bitter  laugh  from  Zinkara  greeted  this. 

"  I  am  the  devil,  you  are  my  body-guard.  Now,  you 
fool,  how  came  you  here?" 

"  Perhaps  by  the  same  course  that  put  other  fools 
in  here.  Who  are  you  that  calls  me  fool  for  being  in 
the  same  plight  as  yourself?  "  growled  Moseus. 

"  It  ill  becomes  us  to  quarrel  here,  Moseus.  I  am 
Zinkara.  Evidently  we  are  both  fools,  if  being  in 
this  infernal  hole  makes  us  such.  But  did  you  get 
those  troublesome  wenches  safely  back  to  the  palace? 
Is  this  Manlies  with  you?  " 

"  Yes,  I  am  the  third  fool  making  the  devil's  triple 
alliance,"  growled  Manlies. 

"  By  the  ashes  of  all  the  priests  in  hell,  I  cannot 
tell  you  if  Deioces  himself  lives.  My  head  is  like  a 
box  of  bees,  I  am  sopping  in  my  own  blood,  and  I  saw 
Manlies  go  down  from  a  stroke  to  kill  an  ox.  Isn't 
that  so,  Manlies  ?  " 

"  Yes,  I  know  not  whether  I  am  dead  or  alive,  but  I 
do  know  that  one  thousand  men  like  those  attacking 
us  could  conquer  all  the  clans  of  the  Holy  Crater." 

"What  did  they  look  like?  "  asked  Zinkara. 

"  Like  devils.  They  wore  tunics  of  plaited  bull- 
skin,  with  basinets  of  linked  chains,  which  fell  back 
upon  their  necks  like  a  priest's  cowl,"  replied  Manlies. 

"What's  this!  What's  this!  Why,  according  to 
this  description,  they  are  from  the  Holy  Crater,"  ex 
claimed  Zinkara.  "  I  wonder  if  the  Sapor  can  pos 
sibly  know  that  the  Princess  Madrilla  is  a  captive  of 
Deioces?  " 

"  Ah,  that's  the  thing,  wait  till  I  tell  you,"  excitedly 
broke  in  Moseus. 

"  We  carried  the  fair  ladies  through  the  gate  in 
the  dead-wall  and  to  Pinteles'  waiting  room.  Word 


52 

came  that  Pinteles  was  with  the  king.  We  waited 
for  a  while,  and  no  instructions  coming,  I  went  in 
search  of  Pinteles.  I  reached  the  long  corridor  be 
tween  the  waiting  chamber  and  Deioces'  private 
audience  chamber,  when  I  heard  loud  voices.  Hiding 
myself  in  the  hangings  I  saw  and  heard  all  that  passed. 

"  A  messenger  had  arrived  from  King  Astyages, 
and  it  evidently  had  something  to  do  with  the  two 
women  prisoners,  and,  from  what  I  heard,  one  must 
be  the  daughter  of  King  Astyages  and  the  other  the 
daughter  of  the  Sapor,  as  you  have  just  confessed, 
for  we  did  not  know !  " 

"  Moseus,  your  tongue  should  be  cut  from  your 
mouth,  but  go  on,"  said  Zinkara. 

"  This  ambassador  had  with  him  four  priests  of 
Crail,  so  every  one  believed,  but  they  were  these 
devilish  Aryans  in  disguise.  He  knew  his  business 
and  had  Deioces:  shaking  like  a  leaf,  and  Pinteles  ready 
to  flee.  He  demanded  the  immediate  possession  of  the 
two  princesses.  The  king  ordered  Pinteles  to  bring 
them.  Then  I  fled  back  to  Pinteles'  waiting  room, 
where  I  had  left  Manlies  with  the  women.  Pinteles 
came  and  excitedly  ordered  us  to  put  the  ladies  in  the 
*  singing  room  '  and  to  bundle  up  two  of  the  kitchen 
scullions  so  that  they  could  not  be  recognized  and 
bring  them  to  the  blue  room,  which  we  did." 

Zinkara  laughed  aloud  and  exclaimed: 

"  Great !  Who  would  have  believed  the  fat -headed 
Pinteles  capable  of  such  a  ruse,  and  the  red-haired 
ambassador  from  Astyages  took  one  of  these  buxom 
scullions  in  his  husky  arms  and  fled  with  her,  eh?  " 

"Red  hair,  how  did  you  know  his  hair  was  red?" 
asked  Moseus.  "  But  you  are  mistaken,  the  red-haired 
ambassador  demanded  to  see  the  ladies'  faces.  Pinte- 


CYAXARES'  ADVENTURE  IN  BALERIA  53 

les,  changing  his  plan,  ordered  the  scullions  returned 
and  the  ladies  themselves  brought  up.  He  instructed  us 
to  take  immediately  a  position  at  the  small  gate  in  the 
wall  to  intercept  them  as  they  came  out,  to  kill  the 
men  and  return  the  women  to  his  waiting  room.  He 
believed  the  men  to  be  priests  of  Crail,  and  so  did  we, 
therefore  we  believed  the  women  would  first  be  brought 
back  here.  We  are  fools,  Zinkara.  When  we  learned 
that  they  had  escaped  by  way  of  the  great  gates, 
Manlies  and  I  saw  where  we  could  distinguish  ourselves, 
so  we  made  a  mad  rush  for  the  door  that  enters  here. 
This  big  ambassador  came  with  the  women,  and  he  held 
us  off  until  his  henchmen  came.  They  proved  to  be 
these  Aryan  devils,  and  here  we  are.  Now,  are  we 
bigger  fools  than  yourself?  " 

"  Maybe  not.  You,  of  course,  told  Pinteles  where 
you  were  going?  " 

"  No." 

"  What !  Did  you  not  tell  him  whence  you  had 
brought  the  women,  and  where  you  had  left  me?  " 

"  We  had  no  opportunity  to  tell  him.  Moreover, 
you  had  sworn  us  to  secrecy,  and  we  were  momentarily 
expecting  you.  How  could  we  tell  that  you  had  been 
captured?  " 

"  Yes,  we  are  all  truly  fools,"  moaned  Zinkara. 
"  The  priests  of  Crail  will  leave  us  to  rot  here.  Can 
you  add  anything  to  this  tale  of  woe,  Manlies  ?  " 

"  Yes,  I  can  add  much  in  few  words.  This,  in  my 
opinion,  is  a  bad  mess,  and  means  trouble  for  Ironia." 

"  This  is  no  place  nor  time  to  air  your  wise  opin 
ions.  Even  we  fools  can  see  all  that,"  grumbled 
Zinkara.  "  And  now  this  big,  red-headed  giant,  he  is 
an  impostor.  He  was  the  same  as  was  here  when  I 
had  you  carry  the  fluffy  darlings  away  from  here.  He 


54  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

is  Cyaxares,  the  son  of  Phraortes.  One  of  the  priests 
was  Cambyses.  Damn  him,  he  kicked  me  in  the  face 
at  the  palace  gate.  Cyaxares  was  no  messenger  from 
Astyages.  The  first  he  knew  of  all  this  was  told  him 
here  by  Cracillies.  The  rest  is  all  his  imagination, 
and  there  is  a  bold  one  for  you." 

Both  Moseus  and  Manlies  expressed  their  surprise. 

"  Oh,  I  forgot,  he  also  told  Deioces  that  the  whole 
church  of  the  triple  alliance  was  wild  with  anger  over 
this  outrage  and  that  you,  Zinkara,  had  confessed  to 
having  secretly  brought  the  princesses  to  the  palace, 
upon  Deioces  declaring  they  were  not  there." 

Zinkara  groaned  aloud. 

"  And  Paulius  is  missing ;  half  the  palace  guards  are 
searching  the  city  for  him,"  said  Manlies. 

"  I  believe  Paulius  is  disloyal  to  Deioces,"  said 
Zinkara. 

"  And  Paulius  believes  the  same  of  you,"  replied 
Manlies. 

"  It  is  probably  because  we  have  never  worked  to 
gether  harmoniously  that  we  have  this  mutual  distrust 
of  each  other;  but  it  would  be  a  relief  to  know  that 
he,  too,  is  sweating  and  swearing  in  a  cell." 

"  It  is  as  natural  for  a  guardsman  to  hate  a  spy 
as  it  is  for  a  priest  to  hate  the  devil,"  muttered  Man- 
lies. 

"  And  vice  versa,"  retorted  Zinkara. 

"  I  would  surrender  my  commission  to  get  the  hide 
of  Tolus,"  growled  Moseus. 

"  Ha,  Tolus,  the  spy  of  the  people?  It  would  be 
something  to  put  him  away;  he  is,  though,  the  spy  of 
the  holy  priests  of  Crail  in  truth,"  said  Zinkara. 

"  I  have  heard  it  said  that  Tolus  is  none  other  than 
Saranaces  himself,"  remarked  Moseus. 


CYAXARES'  ADVENTURE  IN  BALERIA     55 

"Who  told  you  that?"  asked  Zinkara. 

"Paulius." 

"  And  how  did  the  dull-witted  Paulius  become  so 
surcharged  with  wisdom  that  he  must  unburden  his 
mind  of  so  important  a  matter  to  a  guardsman?  "  de 
manded  Zinkara. 

"  He  was  told  by  Scala,  daughter  of  Regules,  he  of 
the  mountain  house  in  the  Ironian  pass,"  retorted 
Moseus. 

"  I  should  deem  this  good  information,  did  I  know 
that  Paulius  had  ever  known  Scala,"  said  Zinkara. 

"  Do  you  not  know  that  Scala  comes  here  secretly 
to  visit  Saluciea?  " 

"  I  do  not !  " 

"  It  is  true,  nevertheless,  and  Paulius  is  vain  enough 
to  believe  that  he  has  made  an  impression  upon  her. 
I  heard  Paulius  tell  Erskales,  of  the  Holy  State,  that 
Scala  knew  that  Saranaces  and  Tolus  were  one  and 
the  same,  and  had  so  informed  Saluciea." 

"Why  does  Scala  come  here?  This  is  a  strange 
piece  of  information.  Her  father  is  under  the  ban," 
said  Zinkara. 

"  I  do  not  know,  but  there  seems  to  be  much!  affection 
between  Scala  and  Saluciea,  for  they  both  weep  upon 
meeting,  and  at  such  times  they  go  into  seclusion." 

"  Does  Deioces  know  this  ?  " 

"  I  do  not  know.  It  is  not  my  affair.  They  have 
both  been  kind  to  me,"  replied  Moseus. 

"  It  would  be  a  thing  worth  knowing  to  learn  who 
is  being  betrayed,  for  Regules  is  the  go-between  for  the 
priests  and  the  people,  and  Scala  quarrels  regularly 
with  him,  threatening  to  leave  him." 

"  What  has  this  gossip  to  do  with  getting  us  out  of 
here?  "  exclaimed  Manlies. 


56  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

"  It  all  has  a  direct  bearing  upon  getting  us  in  here," 
declared  Zinkara. 

The  prisoners  now  began  alternately  to  curse  and 
to  groan. 

Believing  that  they  had  heard  about  all  they 
could  learn,  Cyaxares  and  Cracillies  withdrew.  There 
was  much  for  them  to  think  about  in  what  they  had 
heard. 


CHAPTER  IV 

THE   PILGRIMAGE   TO   THE   SHEINE   OF   THE   HOLY   STATE 

CYAXARES,  Cambyses,  Cracillies,  and  Saranaces 
sat  till  nearly  dawn,  discussing  every  phase  of 
the  exciting1  events  of  the  night.  It  seemed  reasonably 
certain  that  a  kind  fate  had  wrought  a  singular  com 
bination  of  circumstances  favorable  to  the  cause  of 
the  young  prince. 

Paulius,  one  of  the  most  cunning  and  cruel  men  in 
Deioces'  employ,  was  safely  tucked  away.  Zinkara, 
the  spy  and  one  of  the  most  important  aids  of  the 
king,  was  muzzled,  and  by  no  means  an  unimportant 
personage  in|  Deioces'  combination  of  criminals,  Crecies, 
the  fisherman,  was  locked  up.  The  two  young  prin 
cesses  were  for  the  time  being  safe  from  the  lustful 
Deioces.  Had  they  designed  all  this,  it  would  have 
been  impossible  for  them  to  have  accomplished  it  in  a 
single  night. 

And  the  coming  day  was  even  more  a  stroke  of  good 
fortune,  the  day  of  the  annual  pilgrimage  of  the 
priests  of  Crail  to  pay  their  respects  to  the  shrine  of 
the  Holy  State,  over  which  Erskales  presided,  a  na 
tional  day  of  great  importance. 

The  priests  of  Crail  formed  in  procession  and 
marched  to  the  church  of  Erskales,  where  the  perfunc 
tory  exercises  were  of  short  duration,  consisting 
mainly  of  an  exchange  of  hypocritical  vows  of  loyalty 
to  the  triple  alliance  and  to  one  another  on  the  part 
of  the  priests  of  the  Holy  Church  and  those  of  the 
Holy  State. 

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58  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

It  had  been  the  custom  for  Deioces  and  all  his  high 
officials  to  attend  this  function,  but  word  came  from 
the  palace  that  morning  that  the  king  was  indisposed 
and  would  not  be  able  to  participate,  but  would  desig 
nate  one  to  act  for  him. 

After  the  morning  services  the  day  became  one  of 
wild  and  lawless  revelry,  the  festivities  lasting  till  night 
fall,  when  all  were  required  by  law  to  return  to  their 
respective  districts.  On  this  occasion  all  Baleria  went 
into  disguise,  the  men  wearing  priests'  garbs  and  the 
women  principally  the  garb  that  nature  gave  them, 
enhanced  by  a  covering  of  gauze.  The  wildest  revels 
prevailed.  All  law  was  suspended,  and  the  people  were 
licensed  to  do  as  they  pleased.  Delegations  from  all 
over  the  world  came  to  participate  in  this  feast  of  un 
lawful  liberty,  the  price  of  the  surrender  to  the  ruling 
powers  of  all  their  rights,  on  the  part  of  the  people. 

It  was  a  most  fortunate  condition  under  which  to 
spirit  to  safety  the  young  princesses,  and  to  enable 
Cyaxares  and  his  men  to  leave  Baleria  unmolested. 

It  was  essential  for  Cracillies  and  Saranaces  to  at 
tend  officially  the  exercises  at  the  shrine  of  the  Holy 
State,  and  it  was  decided  that  under  their  guidance 
and  protection  Cyaxares  could  join  in  the  pilgrimage 
and  view  these  ceremonies. 

After  two  hours  of  essential  rest  and  a  frugal  break 
fast,  Cracillies  made  known  his  presence  at  the  door 
of  the  semi-comfortable  chamber  occupied  by  the  prin 
cesses.  They  were  quite  calm  and  prepared  to  receive 
him.  Dishevelled  as  they  necessarily  were,  they  were 
beautiful  young  women.  Their  bright  young  faces 
were  little  affected  by  much  weeping  and  recent  fright, 
the  tension  having  relaxed  in  the  belief  that  they  had 
been  taken  to  at  least  temporary  safety.  They  were 


THE  PILGRIMAGE  TO  THE  SHRINE      59 

both  anxious  to  know  more  concerning  the  splendid 
nobleman  who  had  so  boldly  taken  them  from  Deioces' 
palace,  but  Cracillies  denied  them  this  privilege. 

Every  precaution  was  taken  to  insure  their  comfort 
and  safety  during  the  absence  of  Cyaxares,  Cracillies, 
and  Saranaces  at  the  ceremonies.  After  this  they 
were  to  join  the  revelries  in  the  streets  of  Baleria,  and 
make  their  way  to  the  safe  environs  of  the  gardens 
and  caverns  of  Crail.  Cambyses  and  his  three  guards 
men  were  to  remain  there  to  protect  the  fair  prisoners. 

Groups  of  priests  could  be  seen  hurrying  toward  the 
great  central  thoroughfare,  at  the  head  of  which  was 
situated  the  grand  edifice  presided  over  by  Erskales. 
While  there  were  no  guards  in  sight,  the  people, 
gathering  in  thousands  along  the  sides  of  the  boule 
vard,  respectfully  kept  this  street  clear  for  those  who 
were  to  participate  in  the  parade. 

All  the  priests  had  their  heads  and  faces  fully  con 
cealed  by  their  cowls,  this  being  a  day  for  masquerad 
ing. 

Three  unusually  large  priests  leisurely  sauntered  to 
ward  the  head  of  the  half-formed  procession  and  seemed 
to  be  in  earnest  discussion  over  the  occasion. 

Cracillies  and  Saranaces,  keeping  Cyaxares  be 
tween  them,  took  their  positions  near  the  head  of  the 
procession,  and  soon  the  whole  body  began  moving  in 
solemn  silence  toward  the  church.  Not  a  sound,  be 
yond  the  soft  tread  of  several  hundred  feet,  could  be 
heard.  In  awed  silence  the  people  stood  along  the  way, 
and  would  so  remain  for  an  hour,  when  these  priests 
would  return,  and  at  a  given  sign  bid  them  be  of  a 
happy  and  cheerful  mind,  that  all  the  vows  and  pledges 
between  the  Holy  Church,  the  King,  and  the  Holy  State 
had  been  renewed. 


60  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

The  ceremonies  in  the  church  were  imposing. 
Erskales,  in  his  robes  of  state,  accompanied  by  an  array 
of  assisting  prelates,  received  the  pilgrims,  as  the 
parading  priests  were  called,  with  seeming  great 
cordiality.  All  in  front  of  the  bar  were  required  to 
uncover,  but,  it  being  a  well-known  fact  that  many 
foreigners  were  permitted  to  view  the  grand  spectacle 
in  the  guise  of  priests,  the  great  mass  of  marchers  were 
not  required  to  remove  their  cowls  unless  they  so  de 
sired.  This  permitted  Cyaxares  to  take  a  position  of 
vantage  and  view  the  proceedings  without  risk  of 
recognition.  Then  the  reader  for  the  Holy  State  came 
forward  and  read  the  declaration  of  the  triple  alliance : 

"  In  the  beginning  of  civilization  it  became  manifest  that 
there  should  be  a  ruling  spirit  or  head  to  the  community. 
It  was  natural  to  select  the  father,  if  the  community  con 
sisted  of  one  family,  or  choose  the  wisest  among  the  fathers, 
if  it  consisted  of  more  than  one  family.  Government  and 
religion  were  one,  both  meaning  the  welfare  and  advance 
ment  of  the  people,  physical  and  spiritual. 

"  The  head  of  the  family  was  called  father. 

"  The  head  of  a  community  of  families  was  named  the 
father-priest. 

"  The  head  of  a  community  of  communities  was  named 
the  priest-king. 

"  As  mankind  increased  and  the  spiritual  and  material 
welfare  of  the  people  assumed  two  distinct  phases  of  civil 
government,  it  became  essential  to  separate  these,  one  being 
named  the  Church,  the  duty  of  which  was  to  guard  the 
spiritual  welfare  of  the  people,  while  the  other  was  named 
the  State,  the  duty  of  which  was  to  look  after  the  material 
welfare  of  the  people.  The  two  combined  represented  a 
dual  government. 

"  It  came  to  pass  that  the  power  of  one  branch  of  govern 
ment  was  greater  than  that  of  the  other,  and  where  the 


THE  PILGRIMAGE  TO  THE  SHRINE      61 

priest-king  was  one  ruler  it  became  necessary  to  elect  two 
separate  heads,  the  one  the  head  of  the  Church,  and  the 
other  the  head  of  the  State.  Consequently,  through  long 
periods  of  time  there  gradually  grew  up  an  antagonism  be 
tween  the  Church  and  the  State  that  gave  constant  cause 
for  disputes  of  authority.  . 

"  In  later  times  a  still  more  intricate  and  complicated 
condition  arose,  when  the  Church  and  the  State  assumed  to 
be  separate  and  distinct  institutions  from  the  nation  itself, 
claiming  vested  rights  in  property,  and  an  independence  of 
each  other  and  of  the  will  of  the  people  at  large.  Educa 
tion  was  pitted  against  entrenched,  political  power  of  gov 
ernment,  and  the  common  people  suffered  thereby.  They 
could  surrender  neither,  and  partiality  to  one  generally  re 
sulted  in  terrific  revolutions  and  bloody  warfare.  Time 
and  careful  training  having  strongly  established  the  Church 
in  the  superstitions  of  the  people,  and  power  having  en 
trenched  the  government,  calling  itself  the  State,  these  two 
permanent  institutions,  for  their  own  protection,  secretly 
agreed  to  divide  the  power  to  rule  over  and  determine  the 
destinies  of  mankind. 

"  From  time  immemorial,  by  convention  and  covenant,  the 
Church  and  the  State  had  stood  together  for  their  own  sup 
port  and  perpetuation  until  a  double-headed,  ruling  aristoc 
racy  dictated  and  executed  all  the  laws  by  which  the  masses, 
the  millions,  were  kept  under  control. 

"  Thirty  years  ago,  in  their  generosity  and  wisdom,  the 
rulers  over  the  great  clans  of  the  Holy  Crater,  Ironia,  and 
Persis,  conceiving  a  plan  whereby  the  people  at  large 
might  be  rescued  from  this  condition  of  non-participation  in 
their  own  government,  formed  a  triple  alliance,  and  entered 
into  a  convention  and  covenant  to  establish  and  maintain  a 
form  of  government  that  would  insure  to  the  masses  a  voice 
in  making  and  executing  the  laws. 

"  This  triple  alliance,  guaranteeing  to  the  people  a  just 
and  equitable  conduct  of  the  national  affairs,  has  withstood 
the  test  of  time.  Peace  has  prevailed  between  the  contract- 


62  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

ing  nations,  and  an  unprecedented  prosperity  has  continued 
to  exist. 

"  As  it  has  been  the  annual  custom  to  renew  the  cove 
nant,  we  have  gathered  here  to  prepare  the  delegates  with 
credentials  from  the  Holy  Church,  the  King,  and  the  Holy 
State,  to  do  which  these  three  institutions  constituting  our 
triple  form  of  government  will,  through  their  respective 
representatives,  renew  their  oath  of  allegiance  to  the  triple 
alliance.  Cracillies  will  sign  for  the  Holy  Church,  Sara- 
naces  has  been  designated  to  sign  for  the  King,  as  head  of 
the  government,  and  Erskales  will  sign  for  the  Holy  State, 
representing  the  people. 

"  As  this  occasion  has  heretofore  been  set  aside  as  a  day 
of  rejoicing  and  revelry,  if  there  be  no  objections,  we  will 
hasten  these  ceremonies  that  the  people  may  make  merry." 

With  unusual  alacrity  and  promptitude  all  the 
signers  stepped  forward  and  affixed  their  signatures  to 
the  great  scroll,  and  with  equal  promptness  the  same 
three  men  were  designated  as  delegates  to  the  next  an 
nual  conclave  to  be  held  at  Ecbatana. 

As  Cyaxares  listened  to  all  this  cant  and  hypocrisy, 
and  realized  that  both  Cracillies  and  Saranaces  were 
willing  parties  to  it,  he  was  appalled  at  the  hopeless 
condition  of  the  masses.  They  were  in  a  known  state 
of  abject  slavery,  and  here  was  a  new  power  building 
up  a  third  institution  to  impose  upon  and  bleed  the 
masses.  He  was  so  thoroughly  disgusted  that  he  re 
gretted  having  come  to  see  these  ceremonies. 

Immediately  after  the  ceremonies  Cracillies  hurried  to 
Cyaxares'  side,  and  the  two  returned  to  the  rendezvous. 
Saranaces  was  to  follow  shortly. 

All  preparations  were  made  for  an  early  departure. 
Before  they  had  all  donned  their  disguising  priests' 
garbs,  Saranaces  came,  bearing  in  his  arms  long  staffs 


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with  large  vari-colored  plumes  at  their  upper  ends, 
such  as  would  be  in  the  hands  of  every  reveler  in  the 
streets. 

Cracillies  and  Cyaxares  were  to  take  Madrilla  be 
tween  them.  Saranaces  and  Cambyses  were  to  take 
Almareta,  and  the  three  guardsmen  were  to  bring  up 
the  immediate  rear.  Thus  they  secretly  left  the 
rendezvous  by  way  of  a  secluded  fa9ade,  and  they  soon 
found  themselves  in  the  midst  of  a  maelstrom  of  excited 
humanity.  All  laws  were  suspended. 

For  this  one  day  of  unbridled  licentiousness  the 
people  willingly  surrendered  their  rights  to  participate 
in  their  own  government.  The  whole  world  has  sub 
sequently  been  ruled  by  these  same  conditions.  Profit 
able  crime  can  always  buy  a  license.  Every  governing 
body,  religious  or  civil,  has  always  had  its  price. 

It  was  a  perfect  day  in  midspring,  which  meant 
much  in  little  Ironia.  The  broad-leaved  trees  were 
gently  moved  by  the  cool  breezes.  Every  variety  of 
blossom  and  flower  opened  wide  its  mouth,  hungry 
for  the  sunshine.  Jasmine  and  honeysuckle  fought 
with  each  other  for  vantage-points  from  which  to  exhale 
their  wondrous  odors.  Daffodils  nodded  as  if  bowing 
a  "  Good  morning  " ;  climbing  roses  spread  their  foliage 
profusely  to  hide  the  pretty,  eager  faces  and  bright 
eyes  peeping  from  the  hidden  verandas,  while  the  roses 
filled  the  air  with  their  sweet  fragrance. 

Baleria  was  renowned  for  feminine  beauty,  and  this 
was  beauty's  day. 

It  was  ideal  in  its  outward  aspect,  but  Baleria  was 
about  to  throw  off  the  satin  skin  of  the  tigress  that 
she  was.  Like  new-born  butterflies,  fresh  from  their 
§ilken  shells,  came  the  beautiful  women  to  dance  in  the 
sunshine,  and  Baleria  danced  in  the  nude. 


64  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

Deioces  had  plannned  well  in  establishing  his  city  of 
pleasure.  Cruel  in  his  eviction  of  things,  crude  and 
homely  to  the  eye,  he  had  made  his  city  physically  clean 
and  wholesome,  and  celebrated  for  bad  men  and  hand 
some  women. 

The  women  were  seldom  seen  upon  the  streets.  They 
sat  in  silken  hammocks,  or  lounged  upon  low,  padded 
mats,  behind  the  rose  and  jasmine-clad  lattices,  the 
floors  of  which  brought  their  eyes  on  a  level  with  the 
eyes  of  those  that  passed  in  the  streets.  Like  little 
serpents  they  lay  there  to  charm  their  passing  victims, 
the  lattices  ofttimes  being  more  fully  clad  than  their 
shapely  forms. 

But  this  was  all  changed  on  this  great  festival  oc 
casion.  Every  man  was  an  amorous  priest  and  every 
woman  a  willing  temptress.  All  classes  were  leveled  to 
a  licentious  equality. 

It  had  been  the  custom  of  Deioces  himself  to  indulge 
in  this  freedom  in  close  disguise. 

The  women  swarmed  into  the  streets  in  the  gauziest 
of  garments,  which  only  enhanced  and  emphasized  their 
nudity,  making  them  more  tempting  and  tantalizing 
in  their  wild  frolicking.  Feeling  the  freedom  and  un 
restraint  of  their  license,  they  were  filled  with  joy. 
Their  eager,  laughing  eyes  sparkled  like  jewels. 
Their  features,  with  the  exception  of  their  bright  eyes, 
were  concealed  by  many  folds  of  a  dark  scarf.  Up  to 
the  crime  of  taking  human  life  every  conceivable  in 
discretion  went  unchallenged.  The  priests  themselves 
had  to  make  sure  of  the  security  of  their  own  cassocks 
with  these  untamed  merrymakers. 

Under  these  seemingly  favorable  conditions,  there 
was  little  likelihood  that  Cyaxares  and  his  party  would 
be  recognized.  Much,  however,  depended  upon  Deioces' 


THE  PILGRIMAGE  TO  THE  SHRINE      65 

attitude  in  consequence  of  the  mysterious  disappear 
ance  of  both  Paulius  and  Zinkara,  upon  whom  he  wholly 
depended  for  his  personal  safety.  It  was  perfectly 
fair  to  assume  that  they  were  both  loyal  to  Deioces. 
It  was  a  serious  matter  for  him  to  attempt  to  leave 
his  palace  without  their  having  first  safeguarded  his 
course,  for  on  these  fete  days  his  enemies  swarmed  in 
disguise  through  all  the  streets.  The  hard-driven 
people  outside  the  city  had  no  love  for  Deioces,  and  he 
knew  it.  The  dagger  was  always  awaiting  his  identi 
fication.  Many  times  he  dared  not  resent  the  insults 
that  he  heard  heaped  upon  his  name.  He  could  expect 
nothing  else,  for  he  was  cruel  and  unjust.  He  took  it 
all  with  a  philosophical  indifference,  laughing  at  his 
own  unpopularity.  It  was  noticeable,  however,  that 
the  hang-overs  found  the  next  morning  outside  their 
own  districts  were  treated  with  unusual  brutality. 

Before  leaving  the  rendezvous,  Cracillies  had  secretly 
visited  the  place  where  Paulius  and  Crecies  were  con 
fined,  to  make  sure  that  all  was  well  there.  He  had 
also  provided  Zinkara  and  his  companions  with  bread 
and  water.  It  was  hard  on  all  these  that  they  had  to 
be  deprived  of  the  joys  of  fete  day,  especially  on  old 
Crecies,  who  was  so  ugly  that  he  could  only  indulge  in 
pleasure  in  disguise. 

Upon  Cracillies'  order  Paulius  and  Crecies  were 
chained  to  the  wall,  at  which  indignity  Paulius  swore 
he  would  pick  the  flesh  off  Cracillies'  bones  bit  by 
bit,  and  Crecies  swore  that  he  would  feed  it  to  the 
sharks  out  of  his  own  hands.  But  this  had  gained 
for  them  neither  sympathy  nor  liberty. 

The  streets  were  crowded  to  suffocation,  and  still 
the  people  pressed  in.  Tinkling  bells,  tambourines, 
and  stringed  instruments  were  plentiful.  Cyaxares 


66  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

was  amazed,  and  the  princesses  shocked,  at  what  they 
saw.  Practically  nude  women  were  everywhere.  Men 
carried  them  in  their  arms  or  upon  their  shoulders. 
They  danced  in  circles  about  the  priests,  who  openly 
attempted  to  seize  and  embrace  them.  In  their  dis 
guises  priests  could  not  be  distinguished  from  laymen. 
Long  lines  of  these  beautiful  nymph-like  creatures  would 
form  on  either  side  of  a  rope  woven  of  roses,  then  at  a 
given  signal  they  would  dance  down  the  street,  holding 
a  tambourine  in  one  hand  for  the  one  directly  in  the 
rear  to  kick  gracefully  with  regular,  rhythmic  pre 
cision. 

It  was  tremendous  sport.  Its  immorality  and  im 
propriety  were  lost  sight  of  in  the  hurly-burly  excite 
ment. 

Madrilla  clung  closely  to  Cyaxares'  arm  as  they 
pressed  their  way  through  the  ever  increasing  throng. 
Cyaxares  began  to  realize  that  he  had  by  his  side 
a  beauty  which,  perhaps,  would  surpass  anything  that 
they  had  seen.  Madrilla's  musical  voice  began  to  thrill 
him  as  none  other  had.  Her  soft  warm  hands  began 
to  make  his  blood  tingle.  In  all  the  haste  and  excite 
ment  no  thought  of  love  or  passion  had  entered  his 
mind,  but  now  in  the  midst  of  all  this  hilarity  the  same 
deviltry  that  is  born  in  every  man  was  aroused,  and  he 
found  himself  more  attentive  to  the  fair  companion 
at  his  side.  Her  face  was  swathed  in  a  disguising 
scarf  beneath  the  cowl,  but  occasional  flashes  of  sunny 
brown  hair  and  big  blue  eyes  began  to  burn  their  way 
through  his  thick  cassock  and  into  his  virgin  heart. 
Yes,  he  felt  the  presence  of  a  superior  woman  who  had 
placed  her  confidence  in  him,  and  it  thrilled  him. 

Finding  it  each  moment  more  difficult  to  proceed, 
they  decided  to  keep  in  a  more  compact  body,  in  order 


to  make  better  progress  toward  their  objective  point, 
the  bridge  crossing  the  river  toward  the  caverns  of 
Crail. 

Here  and  there  eddies  and  whirlpools  of  demented 
humanity  would  form  impenetrable  circles  to  watch 
some  grotesque  or  graceful  performer.  Once  within 
the  grasp  of  these  swirls  there  was  no  escape  until 
they  were,  by  common  consent,  broken  up  to  be  re 
formed  about  some  other  dancer. 

At  times  the  whole  street  full  of  people  would  take 
a  sudden  swerve,  turn  and  press  back  upon  itself. 
Cyaxares  once  found  it  necessary  to  lift  Madrilla 
bodily  in  his  arms  and  carry  her  to  safety.  This  was 
dangerous  business.  She  clung  to  him  as  if  she  had 
been  seized  with  the  hysterical  passion  of  the  women 
about  them,  and  liked  it.  Cyaxares  patted  her  affec 
tionately  upon  the  shoulder  encouraging  her  not  to  be 
frightened,  but  he  saw  that  it  was  inevitable  that  they 
would  be  separated  in  this  mad  crush,  therefore  he 
hastily  had  Cracillies  pass  the  word  to  make  their  way 
to  the  bridge  as  a  place  of  rendezvous,  should  they  be 
broken  apart. 

This  precaution  had  hardly  been  taken  when  a  tre 
mendous  wave  swept  them  off  their  feet  scattering  them 
like  chaff.  When  Cyaxares  recovered  himself  he  was 
horrified  to  find  Madrilla!  no  longer  at  his  side,  and  not 
one  of  his  party  could  he  recognize.  At  this  critical 
moment  rude  hands  snatched  away  his  cowl,  permitting 
his  auburn  locks  to  fall  about  his  shoulders,  exposing 
his  handsome  features. 

Instantly  he  was  surrounded  by  a  bevy  of  plump 
damsels,  who  joined  hands  and  began  to  dance  in  a  cir 
cle  about  him.  An  unusually  handsome  woman  pushed 
her  way  through  the  crowd,  broke  the  circle,  and  threw 


68  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

her  arms  about  him.  It  was  impossible  for  him  to  re 
lease  himself  by  force,  and  to  be  rude  to  the  woman 
might  precipitate  an  avenging  mob. 

He  had  observed  from  time  to  time  that  the  revelers 
seemed  to  be  using  in  common  the  numerous  verandas 
on  both  sides  of  the  street.  Realizing  the  great  danger 
of  being  recognized  he  quickly  made  up  his  mind  what 
to  do.  Lifting  the  splendid  form  in  his  arms  he  plowed 
his  way  toward  the  nearest  veranda,  ran  up  the  few 
steps,  and  was  soon  concealed  behind  its  leaf-clad  lat 
tices. 

Placing  the  willing  young  woman  in  a  silken  ham 
mock  he  looked  about.  Everything  bespoke  the  purpose 
of  the  luxurious  place.  It  was  profuse  with  every  con 
ceit  to  enamor  him  that  came  within  its  charms.  He 
looked  at  the  woman.  She  was  a  robust  piece  of  pink 
humanity,  beautiful  to  look  upon,  but  Cyaxares  was 
thinking  of  another.  He  was  truly  grieved  in  his  fear 
for  Madrilla's  safety. 

Drawing  near  to  the  young  woman,  who  still  lay 
panting  in  her  comfortable  swing,  he  was  about  to 
engage  her  in  conversation  when  with  a  little,  half- 
muffled  scream  of  surprise  she  sprang  from  the  ham 
mock,  ran  to  the  small  wicket  in  the  lattice,  through 
which  they  had  entered,  and  closed  and  bolted  it. 

"  Ah,  I  am  to  be  your  prisoner  ?  What  a  charming 
keeper.  Remove  your  veil,  ere  I  die  of  curiosity  to 
know  if  your  face  is  as  lovely  as  your  person." 

"  Not  on  feast-day,"  she  laughingly  replied,  as  she 
pushed  his  hands  away.  "  We  must  refresh  our 
selves,"  and  she  pulled  the  cord  of  a  small  silver  bell. 
A  servant  appeared  with  service  for  three. 

"  What,  are  we  to  have  our  sweet  seclusion  intruded 
upon  by  a  third  person?  I  anticipated  a  pleasant 


THE  PILGRIMAGE  TO  THE  SHRINE      69 

hour    alone    with    my    captor,"    exclaimed    Cyaxares. 

She  did  not  reply,  but  anxiously  watched  the  door 
through  which  the  servant  had  disappeared.  From 
time  to  time  for  several  minutes  she  would  run  to  this 
door  and  peer  within,  impatiently  stamping  her  small, 
sandaled  feet  upon  the  rug. 

The  curtain  was  pushed  back  and  a  magnificent 
woman,  of  great  beauty  and  dignity,  appeared,  a 
woman  of  an  entirely  different  type  from  the  volup 
tuous,  half-nude  creature  that  had  captured  him.  She 
was  dressed  in  full  court  costume  of  rose  velvet,  richly 
embroidered  in  gold,  and  rare  jewels  bedecked  her 
stately  head,  neck,  and  shoulders.  She  was  queenly  in 
her  grandeur. 

Cyaxares  paid  her  the  tribute  of  recognizing  a 
woman  of  courtly  training  by  arising  and  making  a 
profound  and  respectful  bow,  in  doing  which  his  short 
sword  protruded  and  pushed  aside  his  priest's  garb,  re 
vealing  his  coat  of  mail. 

To  his  utter  astonishment  the  lady  approached,  ex 
tended  her  jeweled  hand,  and  said: 

"  The  distinguished  Prince  Cyaxares  is  most  wel 
come  to  Baleria,  even  though  he  comes  armed  cap-a- 
pie  to  partake  of  our  revels."  The  voice  was  musical 
and  gentle,  yet  full  of  power,  giving  Cyaxares  an  un 
usual  thrill. 

"  And  may  I  ask  the  name  of  the  fair  and  beautiful 
lady  that  addresses  me  thus  ?  " 

"  Not  yet.  Fortunately  to-day  no  one  is  required  to 
reveal  his  identity,  if  he  can  successfully  conceal  it." 

"  Which  evidently  I  have  not  done,"  said  Cyaxares. 

"  For  which  we  are  grateful,"  she  responded,  looking 
at  the  younger  woman.  Her  sweet  laugh  was  whole 
some  and  fascinating.  If  there  was  treachery  in  this 


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woman  it  surely  was  of  a  refined  kind,  thought 
Cyaxares,  yet  the  evidence  of  some  sort  of  intrigue  was 
plain. 

"  We  do  strange  things  in  Baleria,"  and  she  again 
laughed  at  the  frankness  with  which  the  other  dis 
played  her  charms  in  placing  the  oriental  table  for  re 
freshments. 

"  I  have  asked  my  fair  captor  to  remove  her  veil  that 
I  may  see  if  her  face  is  as  fair  as  her  person  is  lovely. 
May  I  ask  this  favor  again?  " 

"  I  can  assure  you  that  it  is  one  of  the  fairest  faces 
in  Baleria,"  answered  the  woman. 

After  a  slight  hesitation  the  dancer  slowly  unwound 
the  scarf,  and  uncovered  a  truly  beautiful  face. 

"  Scala !  "  exclaimed  Cyaxares. 

Then,  turning  to  the  other,  he  asked,  "And  you?" 

The  conversation  that  he  and  Cracillies  had  over 
heard  between  Zinkara  and  the  palace  guards  came  to 
him  with  a  rush.  He  knew  that  this  was  Saluciea,  but 
he  dared  not  reveal  that  he  knew  aught  of  them. 

"  I  am  Saluciea,"  she  calmly  replied. 

"The  consort  of  Deioces?"  said  Cyaxares. 

"  No,  the  accredited  mistress  of  Deioces,"  she  cor 
rected,  with  a  tinge  of  bitterness  in  her  sweet  voice. 

"  And  a  most  beautiful  woman,"  gallantly  added 
Cyaxares. 

"  Do  not  flatter  me,  I  am  no  longer  lovely  like  this 
passionate  creature,  else  I  could  win  all  the  kings  of 
the  earth.  I  would  go  forth  into  the  world  naked, 
barefoot,  and  friendless,  could  I  by  so  doing  clothe 
my  bones  with  this  amorous  flesh,  and  warm  my  heart 
with  her  hot  young  blood,"  and  she  caressed  Scala. 

"  Say  not  so.  You  are  beautiful,  you  have  the  rare 
dignity  of  a  woman  that  has  spent  her  youth  well,  and 


THE  PILGRIMAGE  TO  THE  SHRINE      71 

knows  that  she  has  been  loved  for  herself,"  exclaimed 
Cyaxares. 

"  Had  I  been  loved  for  something  else,  I  perhaps 
might  have  been  queen  of  Ironia,"  she  said  sadly. 

"  But  tell  us,  what  brings  Prince  Cyaxares  to  Baleria 
in  disguise,  and  fully  accoutered?  " 

"  To  see  your  celebrated  festivities,  like  thousands!  of 
others,"  replied  Cyaxares. 

"  Is  it  fair  to  all  the  beautiful  women  of  Baleria  for 
you  to  conceal  your  handsome  face  and  those  beauti 
ful  curling  locks  beneath  the  uncouth  cowl  of  a  priest  ?  " 

She  made  no  attempt  to  conceal  her  admiration. 

"  It  is  the  fashion  to-day,"  laughingly  replied 
Cyaxares. 

"But  yesterday,  and  to-morrow?" 

"  Yesterday  is  passed,  and  to-morrow  may  never 
come  for  me,  should  Deioces  learn,  by  any  ill  fortune, 
of  my  presence  in  Baleria,"  and  Cyaxares  looked  ear 
nestly  into  the  deep,  kindly  eyes,  and  wondered  if 
treachery  could  lurk  beneath  such  pools  of  glory.  But 
Baleria  was  satin-skinned. 

Saluciea  returned  his  gaze  with  a  thought  fulness  that 
might  have  been  a  warning  of  either  good  or  evil. 
Then  she  asked,  cautiously, 

"  Who  in  Baleria  could  recognize  you?  " 

"  You  have  recognized  me,  yet  we  never  saw  each 
other  before,"  replied  Cyaxares. 

"  Ah,  but  that  is  different ;  Scala  knew  you ;  she  has 
described  you  to  me." 

"  How  many  Scalas  might  there  be  in  Baleria?  The 
wise  fox  does  not  knowingly  walk  into  the  trap  when 
he  sees  it." 

"  Without  being  caught  by  good  bait,"  retorted 
Saluciea,  patting  Scala's  dimpled  shoulder. 


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"Am  I  to  consider  myself  caught?"  asked 
Cyaxares. 

"  Or  a  wise  fox,  as  you  please.  We  are  your 
friends,"  she  answered  earnestly. 

In  an  attempt  to  draw  away  from  this  dangerous 
subject,  Cyaxares  turned  to  Scala,  and  asked, 

"  And  what  stroke  of  good  fortune  made  this  charm 
ing  woman  your  friend?  " 

"  I  have  always  been  lucky,"  evasively  responded 
Scala. 

"  Is  this  your  place  of  abode  when  visiting  Baleria?  " 

"  For  to-day,"  quickly  answered  Saluciea,  with  a 
warning  gesture  to  Scala,  which  Cyaxares  did  not  lose. 

"  We  came  here  to  drown  our  troubles." 

"  Women  usually  drown  their  troubles  in  tears,"  said 
Cyaxares. 

"  And  men  theirs  in  wine,"   responded  Saluciea. 

"  And  when  these  fail  they  both  drown  themselves 
in  the  river.  Ask  Crecies,"  said  Scala. 

"Who   is   Crecies?"  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  Don't  speak  his  detestable  name,  the  wickedest 
man  in  Baleria,"  exclaimed  Saluciea.  "  Why  are  we 
wasting  good  time  in  such  gruesome  conversation?  " 

"  This  is  a  charming  little  abode,  I  presume  with 
many  comforts,  a  restful  place.  Could  it  be  secured 
for  a  longer  period? "  carefully  inquired  Cyaxares, 
permitting  his  eyes  to  roam  over  the  suggestive  trap 
pings  of  the  room,  then  rest  suggestively  upon  the 
charms  of  Scala. 

The  ruse  was  not  wasted.  Saluciea  flushed  hot  as 
she  glanced  at  Scala,  then  made  reply. 

"  If  your  motive  for  coming  here  is  not  for  some 
sinister  purpose,  it  might  be  had  indefinitely."  There 
was  an  eager  wistfulness  about  this  hesitating  ac- 


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knowledgment  that  touched  Cyaxares.  It  seemed  to 
tell  a  tragedy  of  a  hungry  heart,  for  this  woman  was 
no  coquette.  It  intimated  a  serious  desire  to  be 
friendly  to  him,  but  it  could  not  reveal  her  ulterior 
motive.  She  was  subtle  where  Scala  was  bold.  Scala 
was  not  that  type  of  woman ;  did  she  desire  the  love 
of  a  man  she  would  throw  her  amorous  arms  about  him, 
shower  him  with  passionate  caresses  and  tell  him  so,  de 
pending  upon  her  ardent  nature  to  subdue  her  prey. 
Saluciea  would  not  enjoy  a  pleasure  so  lightly  won, 
therefore  the  purr  of  the  tigress  was  more  pronounced 
in  her  methods,  and  her  love  could  never  be  quenched 
did  she  love  with  the  certainty  of  her  affection's  being 
reciprocated. 

Cyaxares  knew  the  danger  of  his  position.  He  was 
big,  handsome,  and  strong,  and  had  conserved  the  rich 
young  blood  of  youth,  so  attractive  to  ardent  women. 
He  had  never  loved  a  woman  enough  to  want  to  call 
her  his  own,  therefore  he  was  susceptible  to  the  gentle 
wiles  of  the  fair  sex  from  sheer  animal  freedom.  He 
felt  that  youthful  yearning  for  the  wild  and  passionate 
affection  that  more  often  wrecks  than  conserves.  The 
constant  glow  of  youth  in  Scala  was  terribly  fascinat 
ing  to  him,  yet  he  felt  the  overpowering  influence  of 
the  deeper  and  more  subtle  being.  One  might  be  a 
temporary  toy,  but  the  other  a  permanent  joy.  For 
a  single  moment  his  mind  dwelt  upon  the  sensations 
that  had  swept  his  virgin  soul  when  he  felt  the  pulsing 
form  of  Madrilla,  as  he  had  briefly  held  her  in  his  arms. 
Oh,  that  surely  was  different  from  the  wild  abandon 
that  he  had  felt  within  him  as  he  had  carried  Scala 
from  the  streets.  They  could  not  possibly  be  the  same 
sensations.  One  was  the  chaste  sentiment  of  awaken 
ing  love,  the  other  the  wild  throbbing  of  animal  pas- 


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sion.  He  had  not  forgotten  the  former,  and  it  now 
influenced  him  in  what  he  did.  He  would  have  to  play 
with  both  these  high-strung  women,  as  much  as  he  de 
spised  subterfuge,  yet  his  situation  was  not  of  his  own 
planning. 

How  much  did  Scala  know  concerning  his  ambitious 
designs  against  Deioces?  And  how  much  had  she  told- 
to  Saluciea?  What  were  Saluciea's  real  sentiments  to 
ward  Deioces?  Could  she  honorably  be  won  over  to 
his  cause?  These  were  all  vital  questions  at  this  mo 
ment,  which  could  not  be  asked.  He  sat  silent  for  a 
moment.  It  seemed  the  only  logical  way  out  of  the 
trap  into  which  he  had  fallen,  and  was  worth  trying. 
With  a  sigh  he  said: 

"  I  could  conceive  of  no  greater  joy  than  to  come 
here  secretly  from  time  to  time,  and  view  the  beauties 
of  Baleria  with  — "  He  looked  at  the  two  women.  He 
had  placed  himself  in  an  awkward  position ;  was  it  one 
or  both? 

The  women  saw  the  point;  both  turned  scarlet  and 
laughed.  Scala  relieved  the  situation  by  finishing  his 
sentence, 

"  With  Saluciea." 

The  table  had  been  removed,  Scala  was  standing,  or 
half  leaning,  upon  Saluciea.  When  she  said  this, 
Saluciea  drew  her  down  upon  her  lap,  embraced  and 
caressed  her  passionately,  saying, 

"  You  are  a  tempting  woman,  Scala,  I  shall  always 
be  jealous  of  you." 

"  I  shall  be  jealous  of  you,"  had  a  world  of  signifi 
cance  to  Cyaxares.  It  seemed  to  be  the  explanation. 
They  had  had  a  previous  understanding,  consequently 
he  had  been  the  subject  of  previous  discussions  be 
tween  them.  Why !  WThere !  When !  This  might 


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have  a  vital  bearing1  upon  his  whole  future.  Could  it 
be  possible  that  this  whole  adventure  was  a  part  of  a 
plot?  Even  so,  he  was  willing  to  wager  the  success  of 
all  his  undertakings  that  these  two  ardent  women  were 
sincerely  counterplotting  for  their  own  joy  and  pleas 
ure,  and,  if  he  fell  into  their  plans,  they  would  be  his 
friends,  but  well  did  he  know  the  revenge  that  they 
would  heap  upon  him,  did  they  believe  their  amorous 
advances  scorned  by  him.  He  decided  to  act  quickly. 

"  Ladies,  if  I  pledge  you  the  word  of  an  honorable 
gentlemen  to  return  here  by  early  nightfall,  will  you 
permit  me  to  hasten  now  to  my  own  quarters,  and  make 
some  suitable  and  necessary  changes  in  my  attire,  and 
inform  my  body-guard  that  I  am  safe,  and,  in  the 
meantime,  will  you  secretly  secure  this  house  for  one 
month?  "  and  he  poured  into  Scala's  hands  a  large  sum 
of  money. 

The  two,  women  were  in  a  quandary.  They  believed, 
yet  they  were  suspicious  of  a  ruse  to  escape  them. 
They  knew  that  he  was  in  Baleria  for  some  deep,  ul 
terior  purpose,  and  there  lurked  within  them  a  desire 
to  be  on  the  friendly  side  of  this  handsome  young 
prince,  who  seemed  so  strong  and  resourceful,  but  they 
dared  not  broach  this  to  him. 

Should  he  not  return,  their  opportunity  would  be 
lost.  To  the  contrary,  should  he  keep  faith  with  them 
and  return,  it  would  probably  be  the  greatest  oppor 
tunity  of  their  lives. 

Scala  was  as  full  of  intrigue  as  Saluciea  was  of  am 
bition.  She  had  listened  to  the  plots  and  counterplots 
of  political  factions,  while  the  politicians  were  under 
the  influence  of  her  father's  wine,  till  she  was  better 
posted  on  the  trend  of  politics  than  most  of  the  states 
men  of  the  surrounding  countries.  As  she  grew  older 


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and  began  to  analyze  these  important  matters  she 
grew  restless  to  be  associated  directly  with  the  men 
themselves  for  the  very  excitement  and  passion  of  it. 
Paulius  had  known  Scala,  and  had  informed  Saluciea 
of  her  wild,  passionate  nature.  Saluciea  needed  just 
such  a  companion,  and  secretly  had  Scala  brought 
to  her,  since  which  time  they  had  been  on  the  most 
intimate  terms,  constantly  plotting  for  their  own  am 
bitious  ends.  There  was  no  question  regarding  their 
loyalty  to  each  other,  first,  last,  and  all  the  time. 
Scala  had  a  better  knowledge  of  men  than  of  women, 
and  she  knew  the  needs  of  women  equally  as  well  as 
Saluciea,  therefore  she  was  of  real  value  to  a  woman 
who  had  been  as  jealously  guarded  as  had  been 
Saluciea. 

Here  were  three  strong  characters,  two  pitted 
against  the  other. 

"  Had  I  my  strong  Cambyses  here,  I  would  be  more 
evenly  matched  with  my  fair  enemies,"  he  said  slyly,  in 
tending  to  note  the  effect  upon  Scala.  But  he  had  no 
time  to  prepare  for  what  happened.  She  threw  her 
self  upon  the  bosom  of  Saluciea  and  began  to  weep. 

Saluciea  was  truly  surprised.  Pushing  Scala's  blush 
ing  and  tear-stained  face  away  from  her,  she  looked  in 
quiringly  at  Cyaxares,  and  asked, 

"Who  is  Cambyses?" 

"  Yes,  I  love  a  man,  I  love  Cambyses,  but  he  does  not 
love  me,"  wailed  Scala. 

"  Who  is  Cambyses  ?  "  Saluciea  again  asked,  looking 
suspiciously  at  Scala.  Here  was  one  secret  that  she 
had  kept  from  her.  I 

"  As  Scala  is  your  bosom  friend,  Cambyses  is  my 
bosom  friend,"  explained  Cyaxares. 

"  Is  he  here  now?  "  she  asked. 


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"  Yes." 

"  Will  you  promise  upon  your  most  sacred  honor  to 
return  here  to-night,  and  bring  Cambyses?  I  want  to 
see  what  manner  of  man  it  is  who  loves  not  Scala  when 
she  thus  declares  a  secret  love  for  him,"  she  said,  with 
an  eagerness  that  much  puzzled  him.  Could  it  be  that 
this  woman  longed  for  such  conquest  herself? 

Cyaxares  was  trapped ;  there  might  be  some  hidden 
menace  in  all  this  feminine  intrigue.  He  was  practi 
cally  alone  in  this  country  of  his  worst  enemy.  It  would 
go  ill  with  him  should  he  be  ensnared  with,  or  by,  the 
ruling  women  of  Deioces'  palace. 

It  was  recognized  as  an  unwritten  law  that  death  was 
the  penalty  for  him  that  was  caught  trifling  with  the 
mistress  of  the  king.  But  suppose  that  mistress  her 
self,  the  ally  of  her  lordly  paramour,  was  bringing 
about  this  very  situation,  as  the  only  safe  way  of  hav 
ing  beheaded  the  only  aspirant  to  Deioces'  throne. 
That  was  a  question  to  puzzle  a  sage  and  make  the 
bravest  man  quail.  The  probabilities  were  favorable  to 
that  very  contingency. 

His  hesitation  was  apparent  to  Saluciea.  Her  quick 
wit  grasped  the  trend  of  his  thoughts.  Placing  her 
hand  upon  his  arm,  she  said  in  an  almost  beseeching 
voice : 

"  Believe  me,  I  give  you  the  word  of  one  that  values 
truth  and  love  more  highly  than  ambition  that  I  will 
sacrifice  my  own  life  before  I  will  jeopardize  yours." 

Her  earnestness  greatly  impressed  Cyaxares.  Rais 
ing  her  hands  to  his  lips  he  kissed  them,  saying : 

"  I  do  believe  you ;  I  did  not  hesitate  on  my  own  ac 
count,  Saluciea;  a  man  may  speak  for  himself,  and 
challenge  fate,  to  enjoy  the  passion  of  a  lovely  woman, 
but  he  may  not  imperil  another's  life  with  impunity. 


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It  was  for  Cambyses  that  I  hesitated  to  speak.  Never 
theless,  I  promise  to  bring  Cambyses  here  this  night. 
We  will  come  disguised  as  priests  of  Crail,"  and  he 
looked  out  through  the  lattice  work. 

The  streets  were  not  so  congested  now.  While  the 
joyous  mob  had  not  wholly  spent  its  fury,  the  whirling 
eddies  of  humanity  were  not  so  pronounced.  The 
people  had  dispersed  more  widely  over  the  city.  Cy- 
axares  knew  that  it  was  essential  for  him  to  get  to  the 
bridge.  While,  doubtless,  his  party  would  be  safe  in 
the  gardens  of  Crail,  Cambyses  or  the  priests  might  de 
cide  to  do  something  radical  in  searching  for  him. 

Now  drawing  the  two  women  close  to  him,  he  placed 
hisi  great  strong  arms  about  them,  saying : 

"  Two  fairer  or  more  beautiful  women  than  you  I 
have  never  seen.  I  wish  I  could  know  you  under  safer 
and  better  conditions.  The  vicissitudes  of  time  may 
widely  separate  us,  and  change  our  conditions,  but  I 
believe  that  there  is  an  underlying  good  in  both  of  you 
well  worth  conserving.  I  pledge  myself  your  friend  at 
such  times  as  I  may  be  able  best  to  serve  you.  I  will 
go  and  return  with  Cambyses  to-night." 

Saluciea  clung  to  him  as  if  reluctant  to  let  him  go. 
Tears  were  in  her  eyes  as  she  looked  into  his  proud 
face,  and  said : 

"  I  will  speak  for  both  of  us.  We  are  not  nearly  so 
bad  as  you  may  think  us.  I  will  prove  this  to  you  by 
saying  that  for  which  my  head  may  fall:  I  am  not  the 
mistress  of  Deioces  and  never  have  been,  no  matter  what 
the  world  may  say.  I  despise  him  above  all  men.  More 
than  this  I  must  not  tell  you  now.  But,  believe  me,  I 
am  your  friend.  You  will  not  betray  me,  I  am  sure." 

Puzzled  beyond  expression,  Cyaxares  inquired  of  them 
the  way  to  the  bridge,  and  took  his  departure. 


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Almost  the  first  person  that  he  met  upon  gaining 
the  street  saluted  him.  It  was  Saranaces,  who  appar 
ently  had  not  quitted  the  vicinity  from  the  time  that 
he  had  seen  Cyaxares  ascend  the  steps  with  Scala  in  his 
arms.  He  simply  said: 

"  Come,  we  must  not  linger  here.  I  have  seen  sus 
picious  eyes  watching  this  place." 

Cyaxares  made  no  attempt  to  explain,  for  it  was  too 
important  a  subject.  Therefore  he  bided  the  time  when 
he  could  tell  the  story  in  all  its  details.  Cracillies  had 
conducted  the  princesses  on  to  the  gardens  of  Crail,  but 
Cambyses  and  his  men  were  impatiently  awaiting  him 
at  the  bridge. 


CHAPTER  V 

THE    CAVERNS    OF    CRAIL 

ARRIVING  at  the  grotto,  which  was  supposed  to  be 
the  entrance  of  the  caverns  of  Crail,  Saranaces  was 
sponsor  for  Cyaxares  and  his  party  as  Cracillies  had 
been  for  the  princesses. 

Instead,  however,  of  their  entering  into  the  darkness 
of  a  cavern,  after  traversing  a  long,  narrow  gorge, 
with  walls  so  close  together  that  they  at  times  shut  out 
the  light  of  day,  they  entered  into  a  magnificent,  park- 
like  garden,  filled  with  all  that  could  delight  the  eye. 
Long  avenues  of  semi-tropical  trees,  well  protected 
within  these  high  walls,  thrived  as  if  native  along  the 
multitude  of  winding,  flower-bedecked  paths.  Sparkling 
streams  irrigated  this  fairy  garden,  which  produced  in 
greatest  abundance  the  fruits  and  vegetable  foods  for 
the  two  hundred  priests  of  Crail. 

The  sides  of  the  mountain  were  covered  with  vine 
yards,  and  this  retreat  was  celebrated  for  delicious 
wines.  Deioces  was  occasionally  favored  with  limited 
portions  of  rare  vintages. 

These  gardens  rivaled  in  beauty  the  parks  about 
Deioces'  palace.  The  sparkling  waters  came  from  the 
mountain  springs  at  the  base  of  the  cliffs,  and  had 
been  carefully  conducted  to  all  parts  of  the  garden  by 
a  system  of  irrigating  conduits. 

Rare  trees,  shrubs,  and  flowers  were  everywhere. 

Cyaxares  viewed  this  with  unmixed  pleasure,  for  he 
not  only  desired  to  leave  Almareta  and  Madrilla  under 

the  protection  of  Cracillies  until  he  could  lay  his  politi- 

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cal  lines,  but  he  had  a  wholesome  fear  of  attempting 
to  take  them  out  of  Ironia  after  he  had  observed  the 
duplicity  of  Deioces.  This  magnificent  garden  inti 
mated  a  comfortable  environment  during  their  stay 
there.  He  had  been  worried  not  a  little  regarding  their 
welfare  here  during  his  absence.  His  mind  was  so 
concentrated  upon  the  one  theme,  that  of  recovering 
"  Little  Paradise,"  that  he  had  not  allowed  himself 
to  think  about  the  possibilities  of  choosing  a  consort 
to  help  him  share  his  glories,  should  his  plans  prosper. 
His  opportunity  of  comparing  the  two  young  prin 
cesses  had  been  too  limited  for  him  to  have  any  defi 
nite  ideas  regarding  their  beauty,  or  their  fitness  to 
be  his  consort.  Enshrouded  as  they  were  in  disguising 
clothes,  he  had  had  no  opportunity  of  choosing  be 
tween  them.  Neither  had  ever  been  celebrated  in  song 
or  poetry  for  her  charms.  He  only  knew  that  strange 
thrill  that  had  come  to  him  when  he  had  taken 
Madrilla  in  his  arms.  Almareta  might  have  caused 
the  same.  It  was  true,  however,  that  neither  Scala 
nor  Saluciea  had  given  him  the  same  thrill,  and  this 
puzzled  him,  for  they  were  bothi  beautiful. 

It  was  explained  to  him  that  two  hundred  priests 
resided  in  the  caverns  of  Crail.  Twenty  sisters  re 
sided  in,  and  presided  over,  the  gardens.  These  also 
administer  to  the  wants  of  the  sick  of  the  colony. 
These  females  were  quite  aged. 

The  caverns  had  but  one  direct  connection  with  these 
gardens.  In  early  morn,  and  at  sunset,  the  priests 
could  be  seen  promenading  along  a  high  gallery  above 
the  gardens,  usually  arm  in  arm.  They  seldom  were 
seen  in  the  gardens  below,  and  then  only  in  the  com 
pany  of  Cracillies  or  Saranaces. 

Cyaxares    at    once    asked   to    see    Cracillies.     That 


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good  old  priest  took  him  to  a  large  and  comfortable 
villa,  or  rather  to  a  series  of  villas,  occupied  by  the 
sisters  of  Crail.  To  these  Almareta  and  Madrilla  had 
been  consigned,  and  had  had  time  to  don  the  com 
fortable  garb  of  the  inmates. 

Cracillies  and  Cyaxares  were  permitted  to  have  free 
conversation  with  the  two  princesses,  and  the  prince 
for  the  first  time  had  the  pleasure  of  seeing  these  young 
women  in  a  dress  to  reveal  their  perfection.  Simple 
as  were  these  garbs,  the  princesses  were  beautiful; 
both  were  beautiful.  Cyaxares  wondered  how  he  had 
been  so  deceived  by  Scala  and  Saluciea.  He  was  at 
once  enamored  of  Madrilla.  Her  thick  brown  tresses, 
her  soft  blue  eyes,  her  velvet  cheeks,  and  voluptuous 
person,  all  appealed  to  his  strength  and  brawn. 
Almareta  was  Semitic  in  her  severe,  dark  beauty.  She 
was  not  of  the  same  type.  Moreover,  she,  too,  yielded 
to  Madrilla  in  everything,  yet  they  were  inseparable 
friends.  Cyaxares  was  frank  to  show  that  he  was  the 
more  strongly  drawn  toward  Madrilla,  which  fact 
seemed  greatly  to  please  Almareta. 

Cracillies  was  the  head  of  the  priests  of  Crail,  there 
fore  when  he  assumed  to  be  sponsor  for  the  conduct 
of  these  strange  young  people,  it  was  sufficient;  and 
while  they  conversed  upon  the  topics  most  to  their 
interest  they  also  walked  about,  and  viewed,  the  beau 
tiful  gardens. 

Cracillies  accompanied  Almareta,  while  Cyaxares 
and  Madrilla  walked  together. 

"  How  am  I  to  reward  you  for  your  brave  and  gen 
erous  rescue  of  us  from  a  situation  that  I  knew  was 
fraught  with  such  grave  dangers,  when  we  do  not 
even  know  what  your  motive  is  ?  "  and  Madrilla  looked 
anxiously  up  into  Cyaxares'  face.  His  head  was  bare, 


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and  as  his  mass  of  brown  hair  tumbled  about  his  neck 
and  shoulders  he  was  truly  handsome.  Madrilla  did 
not  attempt  to  conceal  her  confidence  in  him.  Her  ad 
miration  was  palpable.  She  was  as  much  pleased  with 
him  as  he  was  with  her. 

Smiling  down  upon  her,  he  said: 

"  I  am  Cyaxares,  son  of  Phraortes.  The  reward 
that  I  claim  for  having  been  instrumental  in  saving 
you  from  a  nameless  fate  is  paid  in  the  joy  that  I 
have  in  knowing  you.  The  future  may  hold  a  still 
greater  joy  for  me,  when  I  have  earned  it,"  was  the 
gallant  reply. 

"  You  have  earned  my  eternal  gratitude,  whatever 
the  future  may  hold,"  said  Madrilla. 

"  You  are  safe,  but  not  yet  free  to  leave  Ironia. 
But  I  pledge  my  life  upon  your  being  returned  in 
safety  to  your  country.  I  start  to-morrow  morning 
to  secure  absolute  protection  for  you  while  leaving 
this  dangerous  land,  dangerous  as  long  as  Deioces  is 
king  over  it,"  said  Cyaxares,  earnestly. 

"  I  would  gladly  share  your  dangers  by  going  with 
you  now,"  she  said. 

"  I  would  be  overjoyed  to  have  you  do  so,  but  there 
are  other  things  to  be  considered.  You  are  secure 
here.  I  shall  come  here  for  you  when  the  way  is  clear," 
and  his  eyes  told  more  than  his  words. 

"  And  how  long  shall  I  have  to  wait  ?  "  she  plain 
tively  asked. 

"  Not  one  moment  longer  than  it  will  require  me  to 
remove  all  obstacles,  and  return  here  for  you." 

"And  then?" 

"I  know  not." 

A  long  silence  ensued,  broken  by  Cyaxares. 

"  You  are  the  daughter  of  the  great  and  mysterious 


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Sapor,  King  of  Kings.  I  am  the  son  of  a  throneless 
king.  We  may  never  meet  again  after  I  have  taken 
you  to  permanent  safety,"  he  said,  sadly.  They  had 
paused  in  their  walk. 

"  Do  you  believe  you  would  wish  to  see  me  again  ? 
Our  acquaintance  has  been  brief." 

"  It  is  sufficient ;  I  wish  to  see  you  again,  and  I  will 
earn  the  right." 

"  When  you  place  me  in  the  safe  environs  of  the 
Holy  Crater,  you  will  have  earned  the  right.  I  pledge 
you  my  word  that  you  shall  see  me  again,  and  often. 
Almareta  has  told  me  who  you  are.  I  will  give  you  a 
sealed  message  to  the  Sapor.  You  shall  be  king  of 
Ironia.  The  good  priest  Cracillies  will  hand  you  my 
message.  I  wish  you  safety  and  good  health  during 
your  hard  journey,  and  I  shall  pray  each  day  for 
your  early  return." 

They  were  at  the  entrance  through  which  Almareta 
had  already  passed.  Cracillies  was  some  distance 
away,  calmly  examining  some  flowers.  Cyaxares 
raised  the  two  plump  hands  to  his  lips,  kissed  them,  and 
whispered,  "Till  then." 

"  Till  then,"  she  softly  repeated  after  him,  and 
there  was  a  fathomless  depth  of  love  in  the  great  blue 
eyes  that  looked  into  his  own  —  something  that  he  had 
never  seen  before. 

He  could  not  help  it ;  it  said  itself,  as  she  turned  for 
one  final  glance, 

"  Your  love  shall  be  my  highest  goal !  " 

"  Till  then,"  she  responded,  wafting  him  a  kiss  with 
her  beautiful  hands. 

Slowly  he  went  toward  Cracillies.  The  priest 
looked  sharply  at  the  flushed  face.  Perceiving  the 
close  scrutiny  of  the  elder  man,  and  knowing  its  mean- 


THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL  85 

ing,  Cyaxares  blushed  to  even  a  deeper  glow.  The 
priest  placed  his  hand  within  the  prince's  arm,  and 
said: 

"  A  good  beginning,  I  pray  it  may  lead  to  better 
things,  but,  Cyaxares,  you  have  the  greatest  trials 
and  hardships  before  you.  We  must  prevent  a  holy 
war,  if  possible,  yet  have  the  aid  of  the  Holy  Crater. 
This  will  require  a  diplomacy  that  would  tax  the  in 
genuity  and  patience  of  much  older  and  more  experi 
enced  statesmen  than  yourself.  I  would  suggest  your 
at  once  attempting  to  take  these  princesses  to  their 
respective  homes,  but  I  have  the  positive  evidence  that 
you  cannot  do  this  with  any  degree  of  safety.  There 
is  deeper  intrigue  abroad  than  we  at  first  thought.  It 
was  by  some  means  discovered  that  you  were  in 
Baleria,  a  deep  laid  plot  was  in  operation  to  capture 
you,  and  while,  I  must  for  the  present  refrain  from 
actually  charging  him  with  it,  I  am  convinced  that 
Saranaces  has  some  knowledge  of  it,  and  is  forming 
some  counterplot  of  his  own.  Only  your  coming  here 
saved  you.  You  must  prepare  for  immediate  depar 
ture  from  here." 

They  had  stopped.  Cyaxares  was  staring  into  the 
priest's  face. 

"  Do  you  know  what  occurred  to  me  when  we  were 
separated  in  Baleria?  "  he  asked. 

"  How  could  I  ?  I  came  directly  here  with  the  la 
dies." 

Cyaxares  hastily  told  the  facts.  Cracillies  was 
more  than  surprised,  saying: 

"  Cyaxares,  if  you  were  as  homely  as  Paulius  you 
would  now  be  languishing  in  a  cell.  Your  escape  is  a 
miracle." 

"  But,  Cracillies,  I  have  given  my  word  of  honor  to 


86  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

return  there  to-night,  and  to  take  Cambyses  with  me," 
exclaimed  Cyaxares. 

The  priest  threw  up  his  hands. 

"  You  will  not  keep  this  suicidal  engagement  ?  If 
you  do  you  will  never  leave  Baleria  alive." 

"  Yet  I  have  pledged  my  honor,  and  must  go,"  re 
plied  Cyaxares. 

"  This  is  foolish.  These  women  have  enamored 
you,  and  this  is  a  rendezvous  for  love.  I  am  impa 
tient  with  you.  O  youth,  you  become  irrational  under 
the  eyes  of  women.  But  a  moment  ago  you  pledged 
eternal  love  to  Madrilla,  and  now  you  seek  to  debase 
yourself,  believing  that  you  may  vent  your  passion  in 
the  arms  of  these  plotting  women." 

Cyaxares  was  surprised. 

"  How  did  you  know  that  I  mentioned  love  to 
Madrilla?  " 

"  I  saw  it  in  your  face.  It  mattered  not  whether 
you  spoke  it.  She  is  a  woman,  she  saw  it.  I  approve 
of  it,  I  am  overjoyed  to  know  it.  But  this  is  a  sad 
betrayal  of  her  confidence,  something  you  cannot  pur 
chase  with  gold." 

Cyaxares  hung  his  head.  Cracillies'  criticism  was 
just  from  his  beliefs.  Looking  the  priest  frankly  in 
the  face,  he  said: 

"  Cracillies,  I  know  you  are  truly  my  friend.  From 
your  point  of  view,  what  you  have  said  is  justifiable. 
But  I  am;  going  to  convince  you  that  I  have  a  different 
motive  in  going  back  to  Baleria  to-night.  But  first  I 
want  to  ask  if  you  have  positive  evidence  that  Scala 
and  Saluciea  are  the  characters  that  you  charge  them 
with  being?  " 

Cracillies  seemed  much  confused  at  this  question,  hes 
itating  painfully  as  he  said : 


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"  Why,  why,  you  have  just  told  me  that  Scala,  half- 
nude,  enticed  you  into  her  rendezvous." 

"Is  that  your  only  evidence?" 

"  I  prefer  not  to  discuss  the  matter,"  doggedly  re 
plied  Cracillies. 

"  Suppose  she  had  enticed  me  into  the  house  for  a 
purpose  entirely  different  from  that  that  you  inti 
mate?  She  was  not  in  the  street  when  my  cowl  was 
torn  off  my  head.  I  saw  her  dart  directly  to  me  from 
the  veranda.  Saluciea  herself  confessed  that  she  and 
Scala  had  previously  had  me  under  discussion." 

Cracillies  was  deeply  interested. 

"  Now,"  continued  Cyaxares,  "  before  you  think  of 
this,  what  about  the  chastity  of  Saluciea?  " 

"  Chastity !  Why,  you  know  the  whole  world  be 
lieves  Saluciea  to  be  the  mistress  of  Deioces,"  and 
Cracillies  looked  startled. 

"  Could  a  woman  be  mistress  to  a  king  and  remain 
virtuous  ?  "  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  Not  in  the  common  use  of  the  term,  but  there  must 
be  some  strange  thing  in  your  mind.  What  is  it?  " 
said  Cracillies. 

"  It  is  this,  my  best  friend,  I  am  going  to  keep  my 
pledge  and  return  to  these  women  to-night  and  prove 
that  even  women  that  are  openly  accused  of  evil  things 
have  as  much  honor  as  men  when  put  to  the  final  test, 
and  now  I  am  going  to  prove  to  you  that  very  often 
women  are  accused  of  being  much  worse  than  they 
really  are.  I  have  the  word  of  Saluciea  that  she  is 
not  the  mistress  of  Deioces,  and  never  was,  and  I  be 
lieve  her.  I  am  going  to  make  her  my  friend  and  ally. 
As  for  Scala,  it  is  not  so  important  a  matter,  bu^ 
Saluciea  tries  to  shield  her  from  the  intimation  thai 
she  is  immoral.  Nevertheless,  when  a  woman  has  will- 


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ingly  thrown  her  nude  self  into  a  man's  arms,  it  is 
difficult  to  overcome  the  belief  that  she  would  go  to 
greater  extremes  if  need  be,  but  she  is  wholly  devoted 
to  Saluciea,  and  will  blindly  do  her  bidding." 

"  You  are  taking  desperate  chances,  Cyaxares. 
There  are  many  things  that  I  could  tell  you  regarding 
Saluciea,  but  not  now.  I  cannot  advise  you  further 
on  this  point." 

"  The  time  is  growing  short.  I  will  ask  if  you  will 
hold  in  safety  Scala  and  Saluciea,  should  I  bring  them 
here  to-night?  " 

"  You  bring  Scala  and  Saluciea  here !  "  exclaimed 
Cracillies  in  an  amazed  tone. 

"  For  safe  keeping,"  said  Cyaxares. 

"  The  perfidy  of  men,  and  yet  we  condemn  women 
for  lesser  crimes.  I  take  it  that  you  mean  to  bring 
these  women  here  by  some  ruse  and  then  detain  them, 
after  their  having  thrown  themselves  into  your  arms. 
Even  though  they  may  be  virtuous  women,  they,  by 
giving  you  their  confidence,  seek  your  love.  They  are 
enamored  of  you,  and  are  willing  perhaps  to  betray 
Deioces  to  you.  But  do  you  think  they  expect  no  re 
ward?  And  this  treachery  is  to  be  their  reward.  You 
are  treating  them  as  lewd  women  by  tempting  them, 
Cyaxares.  Is  this  your  method  of  pledging  your 
honor  to  helpless  women  ?  " 

"  Ah,  my  dear  Cracillies,  you  jump  at  conclusions. 
I  am  going  to  make  these  women  my  allies.  They  are 
at  the  most  desperate  period  in  their  lives ;  I  am  going 
to  save  them  from  themselves.  They  must  be  removed 
from  our  sphere  of  action  because  they  are  fascinating 
women,  who,  should  they  become  identified  with  the 
plotting  that  is  just  now  brooding  in  Baleria,  could 
give  us  more  trouble  than  a  dozen  Erskaleses.  They 


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have  placed  themselves  in  this  awkward  position.  It 
is  no  purposeful  breach  of  honor  for  me  to  checkmate 
them,  and  safely  tuck  them  out  of  the  way  until  we 
can  again  set  them  free,  under  better  conditions  for 
all  concerned.  Show  me  where  they  will  have  lost  any 
thing." 

"  Your  argument  is  not  without  merit,  Cyaxares, 
but  I  have  never  favored  the  bartering  in  the  human 
passions  that  belong  to  love  and  affection.  I  believe 
these  to  be  the  most  sacred  things  in  natural  religion. 
On  the  ground  that  I  believe  these  women  are  delib 
erately  plotting  to  betray  you,  I  will  be  prepared  to 
receive  them  should  you  bring  them  here  to-night.  It 
should  not  be  a  difficult  matter  to  persuade  them  to 
come  to  the  world-famous  gardens  of  Crail.  But, 
Cyaxares,  do  not  promise  your  love  to  either  of  these 
women.  Doubtless  Saranaces  is  wondering  where  we 
are;  I  deem  it  wise  to  conceal  from  him,  if  it  is  possi 
ble,  the  fact  that  you  contemplate  bringing  the  women 
here.  If  he  and  they  are  plotting  to  betray  you,  this 
will  be  an  embarrassing  interruption  to  their  plans." 

"  It  is  impossible  that  he  should  know  that  I  con 
template  going  there  to-night,  for  he  could  not  guess 
what  arrangements  I  had  made  with  the  women.  I  saw 
him  as  I  came  out  of  the  house,  and  he  could  not  have 
received  word  from  them.  I  only  told  him  a  part  of 
what  occurred  there.  We  must  detain  him  here  in 
order  to  prevent  his  communicating  with  them.  The 
whole  matter  looks  suspiciously  like  collusion  between 
Saranaces  and  Saluciea." 

"  We  must  do  more  than  this,  we  must  at  the  earliest 
hour  bring  our  prisoners  here  where  we  can  better 
guard  them.  We  cannot  do  this,  though,  without 
Saranaces'  knowledge.  I  have  a  suspicion  of  Sara- 


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naces*  motives,  and  he  will  be  as  interested  as  we  in 
keeping  secret  their  presence  here,"  said  Cracillies. 

"  Oh,  here  come  Saranaces  and  Cambyses  now. 
Let  us  be  discussing  philosophy,  for  Saranaces  is  a 
man  of  quick  perception." 

As  the  two  came  to  where  they  had  seated  themselves, 
Cracillies  exclaimed  to  Cyaxares: 

"  Destiny  is  arbitrary,  fate  is  impartial.  At  one 
moment  fate  may  appear  to  be  our  best  friend  and  in 
the  next  moment  our  worst  enemy ;  but,  in  the  end,  the 
balance  is  in  favor  of  right,  and  what  destiny  designs, 
that  is  right.  Truth  and  justice  must  prevail,  be 
cause  they  are  conserving  elements  in  all  things  celes 
tial  and  terrestrial." 

"  Then  you  believe  my  cause  to  be  just,  and  events 
trending  toward  that  just  balance?  "  said  Cyaxares, 
motioning  Cambyses  and  Saranaces  to  be  seated. 

"  Certainly,  else  I  would  not  advocate  your  cause ; 
but  a  hair  thrown  into  the  scale  may  clog  justice,  and 
change  that  trend." 

"  Then  fate  is  not  arbitrary  if  we  may  change  it, 
even  by  accident,"  declared  Cyaxares. 

"  I  did  not  say  that  fate  is  arbitrary.  I  said  des 
tiny  is  arbitrary.  The  destiny  of  the  waters  that  flow 
down  from  these  mountains  is  the  sea.  Fate  may  has 
ten  or  retard  their  flow,  but  they  will  overcome  fate 
and  finally  reach  their  arbitrary  destination.  So,  you 
see,  fate  and  destiny  are  not  identical." 

"  Then  we  are  at  the  mercy  of  blind  fate." 

"  Yes,  destiny  is  wide-eyed,  but  fate  is  blind.  With 
knowledge  and  understanding  we  may  evade  the  whim 
of  fate,  but  we  may  never  escape  destiny,  which  is 
finality,  the  nearest  approach  to  absolute  rest.  Grav 
ity  is  the  agent  of  destiny;  all  the  forces  opposed  to 


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gravity  are  the  agents  of  fate.  The  line  of  destiny  is 
straight;  the  line  of  fate  is  eccentric." 

"  Destiny,  then,  arbitrarily  trends  toward  rest,  or 
balance,  and  fate  interposes  or  removes  obstructions, 
therefore  may  work  in  favor  of  destiny  or  against 
it?  "  said  Cyaxares. 

"  Yes,  therefore  one  buffeted  by  fate  may  draw  so 
far  away  from  the  influence  of  destiny  as  guiding  the 
whole  that  the  balance  falls  short  of  the  object  of  his 
desires,  that  object  having  better  exercised  justice 
against  him  in  the  economy  of  the  whole,  and  he  is  by 
fate  eliminated  from  the  calculations  to  reach  his  final 
destination  through  some  other  channel.  Destiny 
deals  with  the  whole  mass,  and  balance  is  justice. 
Fate  deals  with  the  separate  elements,  and  all  things 
seek  the  line  of  least  resistance  to  a  level  or  balance, 
rest,  peace.  There  is  no  such  thing  as  absolute  rest, 
else  the  universe  would  crystallize,  and  life  would  cease. 
Fate  does  not  always  seem  just,  from  a  selfish  point  of 
view,  but  destiny  is  arbitrarily  just,  because  it  tends 
to  balance." 

"  Then  you  believe  that  by  understanding  and  fore 
knowledge  one  may  master  fate,  but  we  cannot  alter 
the  finality  of  destiny,"  exclaimed  Cyaxares. 

"  You  are,  in  ignorance,  the  blind  instrument  of 
fate.  By  understanding  you  may  meet  and  master 
fate,  and  hasten  your  own  destiny.  Fate  placed  the 
retarding  stone  in  the  way  of  the  waters,  hindering 
their  trend  toward  the  sea.  Understanding  removes 
the  stone,  and  hastens  the  waters  on  to  their  destina 
tion.  Do  not  make  the  mistake  of  believing  that  by 
mastering  fate  you  may  shape  your  own  final  destiny. 
You  may  reach  a  goal  fixed  by  your  own  finite  mind, 
but  destiny  is  infinite,  therefore  inscrutable.  Under- 


92 

standing  is  limited  to  our  capacity  to  record  and  to 
compare  experiences.  That  capacity  cannot  reach 
into  the  universal  mind  to  its  finality,  and  know 
all  things,  else  man  could  embarrass  and  obstruct  crea 
tion.  It  is  inconceivable  that  a  single  cell  may  know 
as  much  as  the  whole  body  of  which  it  is  but  an  in 
finitesimal  part." 

"  You  speak  of  creation  as  a  purposeful,  reasoning 
individuality,"  said  Cyaxares  in  surprise. 

"  Why  do  you  deny  to  the  whole  of  creation  powers 
that  you  attribute  to  its  smallest  parts,  the  power  to 
reason?  As  I  have  said,  the  single  cell  cannot  be 
wiser  than  the  body  that  produces  and  nourishes  it. 
When  the  parent  body  gives  to  the  newly  developed  cell 
the  sense  of  self-protection  and  development,  does  it 
wholly  surrender  this  same  sense  itself?  There  is  a 
reasoning,  thinking,  all-knowing,  universal  mind  per 
vading  the  whole  universe.  To  the  extent  of  our  lim 
ited  knowledge  we  have  drawn  from  this  parent  mind 
nourishment  for  our  own,  and,  by  constant  effort,  we 
may  attain  to  greater  things." 

"  You  are  getting  beyond  my  capacity  to  understand 
you,"  cried  Cyaxares,  throwing  up  his  hands. 

"  Well,  then,"  laughingly  said  Cracillies,  "  tell  us 
all  about  your  adventure  in  Baleria.  We  were  much 
alarmed  when  both  you  and  Saranaces  so  suddenly 
disappeared,  fearing  that  some  spy  of  Deioces'  might 
have  recognized  you." 

"  I  have  told  Saranaces  of  my  strange  experience, 
and  it  will  bear  repeating  to  you  and  Cambyses,"  said 
Cyaxares. 

"  When  you  hear  the  truth  you  will  have  much  to 
disconcert  you,  for  mine  was  too  well  staged  to  be 
named  an  accidental  adventure.  I  consider  my  escape 


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a  miracle.  One  of  those  freaks  of  fate  that  we  can 
not  foresee."  Then  he  related  such  of  the  facts  as 
he  thought  wise  to  reveal. 

"  And  their  identity  ?  "  asked  Cracillies,  in  apparent 
excitement. 

Cyaxares  dramatically  hesitated  for  a  moment,  then 
said, 

"  The  nude  woman  that  I  picked  up  in  my  arms  in 
the  street  was  Scala." 

"  Scala ! "  exclaimed  Cambyses,  and  his  look  of 
amazement  deepened  into  a  scowl. 

"  And  the  other?  " 

"  Saluciea." 

They  all  exclaimed  in  surprise  at  this  revelation. 
Cambyses  was  almost  overcome  with  an  excitement  that 
the  others  did  not  understand. 

Suddenly  arising,  he  clinched  his  fists,  took  a  step 
toward  Cyaxares,  and,  in  a  voice  choking  with  rage, 
said, 

"  Cyaxares,  we  are  betrayed." 

A  startled  look  came  into  the  face  of  Saranaces. 
Both  Cyaxares  and  Cracillies  took  careful  note  of  it. 

Fearful  of  betraying  himself  to  these  astute  men, 
Saranaces  remarked  that  while  they  were  discussing 
the  matter  he  would  go  and  take  some  greatly  needed 
rest.  When  Saranaces  had  disappeared,  Cracillies 
arose  and  pointed  toward  a  cross,  erected  of  loose 
stones,  and  standing  out  against  the  sky.  Not  a  word 
was  spoken  but  as  they  looked  four  figures  appeared 
before  the  cross.  Cracillies  raised  his  hands  and 
brought  them  around  in  a  circle  to  a  level  with  his 
face.  The  figures  disappeared. 

To  Cyaxares'  inquiring  look  he  said: 

"  My    faithful    Trincules,   head   guardsman  to   the 


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grotto  by  which  we  enteredj  the  gardens ;  Helluses,  head 
guardsman  of  the  entrance  leading  from  the  gardens 
to  the  caverns ;  Nicoles,  head  guardsman  to  the  en 
trance  to  the  labyrinth,  and  Poco,  head  guardsman  to 
a  secret  outer  entrance  from  the  mountains.  In  antici 
pation  of  just  what  has  occurred  I  have  closed  all 
these  entrances  against  Saranaces." 

"  A  wise  precaution,"  said  Cyaxares,  "  for,  should 
there  be  a  conspiracy,  Saranaces  must  necessarily  seek 
Saluciea  at  once  to  know  what  to  do  next." 

Cambyses  was  taking  something  to  heart.  He  was 
pacing  back  and  forth  like  an  enraged  tiger.  Stop 
ping,  he  heaved  a  great  sigh,  and  said: 

"  Cyaxares,  I  insist  that  we  have  been  betrayed. 
We  are  prisoners  in  the  caverns  of  Crail." 

"How  dare  you?"  exclaimed  Cracillies.  "Were 
you  other  than  Cambyses,  I  would  quickly  convince 
you  of  your  error." 

"  Cambyses,  you  are  beside  yourself.  You  must  not 
thus  offend  our  best  friend,  Cracillies.  We  shall  leave 
here  on  the  morrow  with  more  than  his  blessing,"  said 
Cyaxares,  placing  his  hand  upon  Cambyses'  arm. 

"  Forgive  me,  Cracillies,  I  spoke  hastily  and  with 
out  due  reason,"  returned  Cambyses. 

"  You  are  quickly  forgiven,  Cambyses,  for  I  know 
you  to  be  a  man  of  hasty  temper,"  said  Cracillies. 
"  But  now  let  us  analyze  this  singular  coincidence  of 
Scala  and  Saluciea." 

"  It  is  they  who  have  betrayed  us,"  said  Cambyses. 

"  I  will  stake  my  life  upon  our  having  placed  our 
selves  in  a  position  to  knock  all  props  from  under 
Deioces,"  declared  Cyaxares. 

"  Go  on,"  said  Cambyses. 

"  This   night    we    will   learn    everything    about    this 


THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL  95 

plot,  if  there  be  one.  These  ladies  are  seeking  asso 
ciates  more  of  their  own  liking." 

Cyaxares  was  checked  by  Cambyses'  having  sud 
denly  raised  his  mace  as  though  to  strike  him.  Cra- 
cillies  threw  himself  between  them.  Cyaxares  was 
calm  and  unmoved. 

"  Do  you  mean  to  say  that  Scala  is  a  street  strum 
pet?  "  Cambyses  savagely  bellowed. 

"  Not  of  my  making,"  coolly  replied  Cyaxares. 

"  Of  any  one's  making?  "  demanded  the  enraged  sol 
dier. 

Looking  calmly  at  Cambyses  as  if  calculating  how 
best  to  bring  a  madman  to  his  senses,  Cyaxares  said: 

"  Cambyses,  the  facts  are  so  plain  that  I  would  not 
make  reply  to  you,  were  it  not  for  the  love  that  I  bear 
you,  and  the  knowledge  that  I  have  of  your  real  affec 
tion  and  high  regard  for  Scala,  which  blinds  you  to 
reason.  You  must  know  that  I  am  not  responsible 
for  the  conduct  of  the  woman  that  you  love.  As  pain 
ful  as  it  is,  it  should  be  a  satisfaction  for  you  to  know 
the  true  character  of  the  woman.  Whether  she  is 
chaste  or  not  I  do  not  know,  but  I  do  know  that  as 
my  lord  chancellor  I  would  not  approve  of  your  mar 
rying  a  woman  that  would  dance  nude  in  the  streets 
and  place  herself  on  a  par  with  that  class  of  women, 
even  if  her  face  was  concealed.  It  is  no  crime  against 
God  to  love  in  secret,  but  it  is  a  deadly  contrast 
brazenly  to  throw  oneself  into  willing  arms  in  the  pub 
lic  thoroughfare.  I  do  not  know  now  that  this  is  their 
secret  rendezvous  for  pleasure,  but  it  was  used  to  en 
tice  me,  and  the  methods  were  those  of  lewd  women, 
swearing  me  to  return  there  and  bring  you  this  night. 
Whether  this  be  a  plot  or  a  love  adventure,  I  pledge 
you  all  that  I  hope  to  gain  by  our  movement  against 


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Deioces  that  these  two  women  will  not  betray  us.  My 
object  is  to  make  them  our  permanent  allies.  Had  I 
spurned  them,  I  would  never  have  reached  the  bridge 
alive.  That  is  the  whole  matter.  Do  as  you  like,  I 
bear  you  no  ill-will." 

Camfoyses  stood  shamefaced  before  them. 

**  Forgive  me,  Cyaxares,  I  was  so  shocked  at  learn 
ing  of  Scala's  duplicity  that  I  was  beside  myself  with 
disappointment  and  rage.  I  would  tear  out  my  own 
heart  before  I  would  lose  your  love  and  respect.  But 
what  would  you  have  me  do?  " 

"  Go  willingly  with  me  to-night,  and  play  your  part 
well.  You  may  be  your  own  judge  of  Scala's  charac 
ter,  but,  from  what  you  and  she  have  both  said  to  me, 
you  have  no  right  to  judge  her.  So  far  as  you  are 
concerned,  Scala  is  a  free  agent,  to  do  as  she  pleases," 
and  he  gently  placed  his  hand  upon  Cambyses'  shoulder. 

"  Yes,  that  is  the  truth,"  admitted  Cambyses. 

The  subject  grew  less  disagreeable  as  they  went 
deeper  into  it. 

Continuing,   Cyaxares   said : 

"  There  is  much  more  in  this  than  disappointed  love. 
A  woman,  as  a  rule,  is  as  cruel  to  a  discarded  lover  as 
she  is  kind  to  a  newly  found  one.  We  must  assume 
that  Saluciea,  sent  to  plot  our  downfall,  is  willing  to 
exchange  Deioces  for  a  new  lover.  Believing  that  she 
may  make  an  impression  upon  me,  she  is  willing  to  be 
tray  Deioces,  and  is  ready  to  confess  the  whole  du 
plicity.  She  has  Scala,  her  bosom  companion,  join  her 
to  give  her  courage.  This  night  she  will  confess  the 
plot.  But,  Cambyses,  it  compels  us  to  play  a  mean 
role.  ...  I  deem  it  well,  Cracillies,  to  inform 
Cambyses  of  the  conversation  that  we  overheard  be 
tween  Zinkara  and  the  guards,"  and,  at  a  nod  of  ap- 


THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL  97 

proval  from  Cracillies,  he  repeated  what  they  had 
heard. 

"  And  to  spare  my  feelings  you  did  not  tell  me," 
said  Cambyses. 

"  I  did  not  feel  justified  in  condemning  Scala  on 
such  evidence,  and  in  turning  you  against  her,"  re 
plied  Cyaxares. 

"  I  have  been  thinking  deeply,"  broke  in  Cracillies. 
"  It  is  impossible  for  you  to  make  these  women  your 
allies.  Their  demand  upon  you  for  reward  would  be 
a  scandal  before  the  whole  world.  Whether  they  are 
chaste  women  or  not,  the  world  believes  them  to  be  bad. 
The  Church  would  resent  such  an  alliance.  You  prob 
ably  have,  by  a  remarkable  stroke  of  fortune,  put  a 
snarl  in  the  plans  of  Saranaces,  for  I  believe  him  to 
be  the  arch-plotter  against  you.  I  do  not  attribute 
the  actions  of  the  women  to  Deioces'  will." 

"  Cracillies,  you  are  ungenerous.  I  am  not  enam 
ored  of  these  women.  I  believe  a  little  gentle  re 
straint  will  do  them  good.  This  is  a  game  of  wit  cut 
wit.  Should  they  be  in  a  plot  against  us,  it  is  most 
important  that  they  be  detained.  They  could  not  well 
be  brought  here  by  force.  Moreover,  I  believe  that 
they  will  come  by  persuasion.  Here  they  may  be  made 
equally  as  comfortable,  and  certainly  no  less  virtuous. 
Their  sudden  disappearance  will  add  to  the  confusion 
of  Deioces,  who  is,  doubtless,  half-crazed  that  he  can 
not  solve  the  mystery  of  these  disappearances.  He 
will  be  afraid  of  his  own  shadow." 

"  How  do  you  propose  to  induce  them  to  accompany 
you  ?  "  asked  Cracillies. 

"  Saranaces  has  doubtless  described  to  them  the 
wonders  of  these  gardens.  They  are  wild  to  view 
them.  It  would  be  a  great  lark  for  these  spirited 


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women  to  don  priests'  garbs  and  come  here,  under  the 
guidance  of  Cambyses  and  myself,"  earnestly  argued 
Cyaxares. 

Cracillies   smiled. 

"Do  you  believe  that  this  is  all  child's  prattle?" 
demanded  Cyaxares,  with  asperity. 

"  No,  I  was  laughing  at  the  thought  that  poor 
Erskales  would  get  the  credit  for  Saluciea's  disappear 
ance.  He  has  twice  been  reprimanded  for  paying  too 
much  attention  to  Saluciea.  Deioces  has  practically 
withdrawn  his  confidence  from  Erskales.  There  is  no 
one  else  upon  whom  he  can  cast  suspicion." 

"  Then  this  becomes  the  solution  of  the  whole  ques 
tion.  With  all  those  in  whom  he  usually  confides  mys 
teriously  taken  away  from  him,  he  will  at  once  fly  into 
a  panic,  and  call  his  army  about  him  as  his  only  safe 
guard.  I  will  give  him  early  cause  to  put  that  army 
into  active  service,"  said  Cyaxares. 

"  Well,  perhaps  Cambyses  would  feel  better  did  he 
know  that  Scala  was  provided  for  here  instead  of  be 
ing  permitted  to  prowl  freely  about  the  streets  of 
wicked  Baleria.  I  am  inclined  to  let  you  have  your 
way,"  said  Cracillies. 

"  I  would  rather  she  were  dead  and  in  her  tomb  than 
alive  and  plying  her  trade  in  that  hell's  graveyard," 
growled  Cambyses. 

"  Not  quite  so  bad  as  that,  while  she  is  under  the 
protection  of  Saluciea,"  smiled  Cracillies. 

"  I  have  a  revelation,"  declared  Cyaxares.  "  Lis 
ten  carefully.  Saranaces  is  the  only  one  that  can  spoil 
our  plans.  He  must  be  detained  here.  If  we  suc 
ceed  to-night  in  bringing  here  Saluciea  and  Scala,  our 
work  here  is  completed.  To-morrow  Cambyses  and  I 
will  start  for  Persis,  where  I  will  make  proper  repre- 


THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL  99 

sentations  to  Astyages,  then  I  shall  go  alone  to  the 
Holy  Crater,  bearing  despatches  from  Astyages  and 
from  you,  Cracillies.  As  soon  as  we  are  gone,  the 
word  must  go  to  Deioces  that  Astyages  has  not  only 
carried  away  the  two  princesses,  but  has  also  taken 
all  these  missing  officials,  also  Saluciea  and  Scala,  to 
hold  as  hostages  until  Deioces  has  made  proper  amends 
for  his  terrible  insult  to  the  other  rulers.  I  informed 
Deioces  that  Astyages'  army  was  waiting  to  have  his 
reply  to  the  message  that  I  delivered  to  him  as  coming 
from  Astyages. 

"  Deioces  has  a  standing  army  of  thirty  thousand 
well-equipped  soldiers.  In  his  confusion  and  anger  he 
will  recklessly  throw  these  soldiers  out  through  the 
passes,  and  I  hope  to  be  prepared  to  slip  an  army  in 
behind  him,  cut  off  his  base  of  supplies,  and  block  his 
return  into  little  Ironia.  His  army  will  be  annihi 
lated." 

"  Carry  this  plan  to  a  successful  conclusion,  and  the 
moment  you  give  me  the  word  I  will  have  a  howling 
revolution  on  hand,  here.  We  have  arms  and  accouter- 
ments  hidden  here  for  two  thousand  men,"  excitedly 
declared  Cracillies.  "  Now  go  quickly,  and  prepare 
yourselves.  It  will  be  dark  by  the  time  you  can  reach 
the  city.  I  will  personally  pass  you  in  upon  your  re 
turn  here." 

"But  Saranaces?"  anxiously  suggested  Cyaxares. 

"  I  will  see  to  that,"  said  Cracillies  as  he  left  them. 

Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  hastened  away  to  prepare 
for  their  rendezvous  with  the  two  charming  ladies. 

"  Play  your  part  well,  Cambyses.  You  may  never 
again  have  an  equal  opportunity  to  make  love  to 
Scala." 

"  I  will  do  my  part,  Cyaxares,  never  fear." 


CHAPTER  VI 

THE  TRAGEDY  AT  THE  HOUSE  IN  BALERIA 

AT  the  suggestion  of  Cracillies,  Cyaxares  and 
Cambyses  were  placed  in  the  hands  of  Poco  and 
were  conducted  through  a  secret  passageway,  the  dis 
tance  being  so  great  that  Cyaxares  remarked  upon  the 
time  that  it  required  to  reach  the  outer  entrance. 
Great  was  their  astonishment  when  a  door  opened,  and 
they  found  themselves  in  the  rendezvous  in  Baleria 
where  they  had  first  met  Cracillies.  There  were  sev 
eral  priests  in  the  room  and  five  other  muffled  figures. 
The  prisoners  were  being  secretly  conveyed  to  the 
caverns  of  Crail.  Paulius  and  Crecies  had  just  been 
brought  in,  and  the  procession  was  ready  to  enter 
the  secret  underground  passage.  Poco,  instructing 
Cyaxares  to  return  to  the  gardens  by  way  of  the 
bridge,  let  them  out  upon  the  street.  They  experi 
enced  no  difficulty  in  returning  to  the  house,  where  they 
were  warmly  greeted. 

Scala  very  promptly  threw  her  plump  arms  about 
Cambyses,  and  without  invitation  began  to  shower  him 
with  caresses,  all  to  his  liking. 

Saluciea  was  more  dignified  and  discreet  in  her  greet 
ing  of  Cyaxares,  nevertheless  she  permitted  him  to 
take  some  liberties.  She  seemed  sincerely  pleased, 
however,  that  Cyaxares  had  kept  his  tryst. 

"  I  love  a  man  that  keeps  his  promise,"  she  said, 
as  they  entered  a  comfortable  room  in  a  secluded  part 
of  the  house,  where  they  were  served  with  a  delicious 

100 


THE  TRAGEDY  AT  BALERIA  101 

repast.  Delicacies  and  wines,  such  as  they  had  never 
tasted  before,  were  there. 

Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  had  both  laid  off  their  mail 
for  the  courtly  dress  of  gentlemen.  Upon  the  re 
moval  of  their  disguising  cassocks  the  ladies  had  ex 
claimed  at  the  marked  improvement  in  their  appear 
ance. 

"  You  are,  indeed,  a  prince,"  exclaimed  Saluciea. 

"  And  you  a  splendid  man,"  exclaimed  Scala,  and 
she  again  assaulted  Cambyses  with  her  passionate 
caresses.  She  was  digging  her  own  grave,  but  she  was 
having  a  good  time  with  the  undertaker,  and  he  re 
sented  it  less  as  the  wine  took  effect. 

Arising,  Cyaxares  drew  Saluciea  up  to  him,  raised 
his  glass  aloft,  and  said  to  Cambyses, 

"  Let  us  drink  to  the  fair  ladies,"  then  turning  to 
his  blushing  companion,  he  continued :  "  We  have  this 
night  paid  to  you  ladies  the  highest  compliment  that 
men  can  pay  to  women.  We  are  in  a  strange  land, 
surrounded  by  enemies,  and  with  intrigue  upon  our 
trail;  we  have  risked  our  lives  to  come  here  and  drink 
your  wine  and  partake  of  your  viands  that  we  might 
pay  you  the  compliment  of  confidence.  There  can  be 
no  love  without  confidence." 

Saluciea  looked  appealingly  into  his  face  for  a  mo 
ment,  then,  as  her  face  went  chalky  white,  she  slipped 
to  her  seat  and  buried  her  face  in  her  arms,  and  she 
was  convulsed  by  a  wave  of  strong  emotion.  The 
others  stood  silent  and  with  bowed  heads.  Well  did 
Cyaxares  know  what  was  about  to  happen,  but  it  oc 
curred  before  he  was  fully  prepared.  Suddenly  spring 
ing  to  her  feet,  Saluciea  flung  herself  passionately 
into  his  arms,  her  cheeks  flushed,  her  eyes  aglow,  and 
her  whole  person  in  a  wild  quiver  of  excitement. 


102  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

"  Yes,  I  will  tell  you !  "  she  exclaimed.  "  You  were 
marked  for  betrayal  and  we  were  your  enemies,  but 
you  have  won  us  over." 

Cyaxares  half  pushed  her  away,  and  looked  sur 
prised. 

"  Listen  to  me  first.  Condemn  us  afterward,  if  you 
must,"  and  she  clung  to  him. 

"  I  know  my  actions  are  unwomanly.  Oh,  what  of 
that?  Men  do  not  believe  women  anyhow,  nevertheless 
I  am  not  so  bad  as  the  world  makes  me,  and  I  am  not 
bad  enough  to  permit  even  a  brother  to  barter  my 
chastity  for  his  political  purposes.  The  world  says 
that  I  am  the  mistress  of  Deioces ;  I  have  said  the 
same  to  you ;  I  have  for  twelve  years  endured  the  in 
sult.  I  have  sacrificed  the  best  part  of  my  life,  love, 
ambition,  everything,  to  appease  the  insatiable  ambi 
tions  of  an  ungodly  brother.  I  was  consigned  to 
Deioces  at  the  age  of  eighteen,  but  never  once  has  his 
polluting  hands  touched  my  person,  and  never  shall 
they.  Perhaps,  at  some  more  opportune  time,  I  may 
give  you  a  sufficient  reason  why  he  has  not  the  power 
to  despoil  me.  I  tell  you  this  to  make  you  believe  me, 
Cyaxares,  for  you  have  conquered  me.  I  pledge  you 
my  life  that  by  no  fault  of  mine  will  you  suffer  while 
in  Baleria.  You  are  not  safe  here  for  one  moment. 
My  wicked  and  ambitious  brother  is  waiting  some 
where  now  secretly  to  capture  you.  He  will  take  you 
to  the  king." 

"This  brother  of  yours,  who  is  he?"  demanded 
Cyaxares. 

"  Saranaces,"   she  almost  whispered. 

Scala  was  almost  overcome  with  the  excitement,  and 
had  dropped  into  her  seat.  Cyaxares  and  Cambyses 
stood  looking  at  each  other. 


THE  TRAGEDY  AT  BALERIA  103 

"  Does  the  king  know  that  I  am  in  Baleria?  "  asked 
Cyaxares. 

"  No,  he  has  not  yet  been  informed,"  replied 
Saluciea.  "  My  brother  expects  to  stage  this  an 
nouncement  to  the  best  advantage  for  himself." 

"  Saluciea,  tell  me  the  truth ;  for  what  purpose  are 
you  and  Scala  occupying  this  house?  " 

"  For  the  sole  purpose  of  ensnaring  you.  The  first 
time  that  we  ever  entered  it  was  on  the  morning  of  the 
fete-day.  The  house  is  a  secret  place  for  Saranaces* 
plotting." 

Cyaxares  drew  a  deep  breath,  then  placing  his  hand 
upon  Saluciea's  shoulder  half  caressingly,  he  said, 

"  Saluciea,  do  you  know  why  your  brother  desired 
me  to  be  taken  in  your  company?  " 

"  I  have  always  done  his  bidding  without  asking  his 
reasons,"  she  said,  with  perfect  innocence  in  her  ques 
tioning  eyes. 

"  Then  let  me  tell  you  the  reason.  Deioces  would 
be  wiped  out  of  existence  did  he  behead  me,  the  only 
legitimate  aspirant  to  his  throne,  for  any  other  reason 
than  betrayal  of  his  household.  Should  he  be  able 
to  prove  by  Saranaces  that  I  had  been  discovered  here 
in  the  company  of  his  world-known  mistress,  the  sword 
would  fall  upon  my  neck  unchallenged." 

"  What !  Then  he  is  sacrificing  us  both ! "  ex 
claimed  Saluciea,  clinching  her  hands,  in  suppressed  ex 
citement  and  indignation ;  then  a  terror  crept  into  her 
eyes,  as  she  realized  that  it  was  too  late,  believing  that 
they  were  entrapped  together,  that  she  had  unwit 
tingly  betrayed  her  bosom  friend  and  herself  in  serv 
ing  her  brother.  Placing  her  hands  upon  her  bosom, 
she  raised  her  eyes,  and  softly  said: 

"  I   have    done    a   great   wrong,   my   life    alone   can 


104  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

atone  for  it.  It  might  as  well  be  now  as  to  wait  in 
terror  and  sorrow  to  see  the  cruel  end,"  and,  before  a 
staying  hand  could  prevent  it,  she  had  broken  the  top 
off  a  pendant  at  the  end  of  her  chatelaine,  and  had 
swallowed  its  contents. 

Horrified  at  the  tragedy  that  had  so  suddenly  oc 
curred,  they  stood  as  if  paralyzed.  Cyaxares  quickly 
placed  her  upon  a  couch  and  knelt  beside  her,  chafing 
her  hands  and  pleading  with  her  to  speak.  The 
deadly  poison  was  doing  its  work  quickly.  Her  eyes 
opened  for  a  single  moment.  She  placed  her  hands 
upon  Cyaxares'  head. 

"  I  must  say  it,  I  never  before  knew  what  love  was ; 
I  love  you.  I  can  never  be  anything  to  you,  and  I 
cannot  live  to  know  of  your  suffering  because  of  my 
perfidy.  Forgive  me ;  and  Scala,  she  was  but  my  tool. 
I  vouch  for  her  chastity,  Cambyses,  she  loves  you 
dearly.  Good-bye,  Scala,  my  love,"  and  her  beautiful 
head  lay  still  against  Cyaxares'  shoulder. 

For  many  minutes  they  all  sat  in  a  stupor.  Fear 
ful  of  a  demonstration  on  the  part  of  Scala,  Cambyses 
held  her  tightly.  It  was  not  necessary,  for  the  poor, 
frightened  girl  was  incapable  of  understanding  the 
meaning  of  it  all,  and  in  sheer  terror  had  slid  down  to 
the  floor  in  a  dead  faint.  Cyaxares  was  so  overcome 
that  he  quickly  placed  the  splendid  form  upon  the 
couch,  folded  her  hands  across  the  snowy  bosom,  then 
leaned  upon  Cambyses,  and  wept  bitter  tears  of  an 
guish  and  real  sorrow. 

Raising  his  hands  high  above  his  head,  Cambyses 
exclaimed : 

"  I  pray  to  all  the  gods  in  heaven  to  give  to 
Saranaces  and  to  Deioces,  each,  a  thousand  lives  that 
I  may  take  them  all  in  avenging  this  crime !  "  Cyax- 


THE  TRAGEDY  AT  BALERIA  105 

ares  only  grasped  the  great  hand  as  a  token  of  ap 
proval. 

"  We  are  confronted  by  a  new  calamity,  Cambyses. 
What  are  we  to  do  with  them?  "  and  he  looked  at  the 
women. 

This  question  brought  them  to  a  realization  that 
they  must  revive  Scala,  who  was  still  in  a  swoon,  and 
this  they  proceeded  to  do,  taking  care  that  she  did 
not  again  look  upon  Saluciea's  calm,  white  face  by 
carrying  her  into  an  adjoining  room. 

"  We  must  act  quickly,  Cyaxares.  Death  would 
truly  be  our  portion,  should  we  be  found  here.  Here 
are  cassocks  of  the  holy  state,  we  are  less  liable  to  be 
recognized  in  these.  This  must  be  some  of  Saran aces' 
collection.  Scala  must  also  don  this  garb  and  go 
with  us." 

"  What  are  you  going  to  do  ?  "  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  We  must  at  once  return  to  the  caverns  of  Crail," 
said  Cambyses. 

"  And  leave  Saluciea  here  alone? "  exclaimed 
Cyaxares.  "  That  is  too  cruel." 

"  We  cannot  take  the  body  with  us.  We  must  con 
sult  with  Cracillies  quickly,  for  this  is  more  than  a 
tragedy.  It  must  not  be  discovered  that  Saluciea,  the 
king's  mistress,  is  lying  dead  in  a  house  away  from  the 
palace,"  declared  Cambyses. 

"  She  shall  have  a  tomb  of  rarest  onyx  when  I  am 
king.  She  must  be  taken  to  the  caves  of  Crail.  You 
are  right,  Cambyses.  I  will  cover  the  body.  You 
make  some  reasonable  excuse  to  Scala,  and  get  her  out 
of  the  house,"  then  he  passed  into  the  death-chamber. 

The  small  silver  lamps  were  burning  low.  The 
chamber  was  so  quiet  that  it  seemed  like  a  desecration 
to  move.  There  she  lay,  like  a  grand  piece  of  marble 


106  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

statuary.  Her  face  was  placid  as  though  no  pain  had 
accompanied  death.  This  cold  serenity  greatly  en 
hanced  her  beauty.  Cyaxares  stood  gazing  for  a  mo 
ment  upon  the  calm,  peaceful  features,  then  the  scald 
ing  tears  that  he  could  not  hold  back  came  in  a  grate 
ful  shower.  Kneeling,  he  pressed  the  cold  hands,  say 
ing: 

"  O,  Saluciea,  why  did  you  do  this  ?  I  believed  you, 
yes,  I  know  you  were  not  the  woman  that  the  world 
had  painted  you.  My  soul  knew  that  your  great  heart 
was  true,  and  that  you  were  a  good  woman.  Only 
cruel  fate  had  ensnared  you.  Had  you  but  waited, 
O  had  you  but  waited!  I  could  have  loved  a  woman 
like  you."  Suddenly  he  ceased  speaking,  and  a  look 
of  terror  came  into  his  face.  What  was  that?  Had 
her  soul  not  yet  left  her  body?  Had  it  responded  to 
his  appeal?  Two  great  tears  had  suddenly  appeared 
upon  the  long  lashes,  and  now  they  clung  there;  now 
they  were  released,  and  like  dropping  pearls  fell  down 
over  the  snowy  cheeks. 

"  Cambyses !  "  he  whispered,  "  Cambyses  !  "  But 
no  answer  came. 

"  Cambyses !  Look !  she  is  not  dead,  she  weeps !  " 
and  he  looked  into  the  other  room;  they  had  gone. 

Again  he  felt  the  cold  hands.  The  face  was  also 
cold.  Rigidity  had  quickly  stiffened  the  whole  body. 
Yes,  she  was  dead.  Sadly  he  covered  the  beautiful 
form,  went  through  the  door,  locking  it  after  him,  and 
hurried  on  to  overtake  Cambyses  and  Scala,  who  had 
traveled  quickly,  and  were  now  near  the  bridge.  The 
three  passed  on,  silent  and  sick  at  heart. 

As  they  passed  over  the  bridge  a  single  priest 
stepped  out  of  the  shadow  and  looked  at  them  for  a 
moment.  He,  too,  wore  the  garb  of  the  Holy  State; 


THE  TRAGEDY  AT  BALERIA  107 

suddenly  he  whirled  about  and  walked  briskly  after 
them,  and  saw  them  disappear  inside  the  grotto  leading 
into  the  gardens  of  Crail.  Standing  for  a  moment  as 
if  astonished,  he  muttered: 

"  What,  vestrymen  of  the  Holy  State  entering  the 
gardens  of  Crail,  when  I  am  not  permitted  to  do  so? 
Why,  Deioces  himself  has  no  such  privilege."  Then, 
as  if  in  deep  anger  at  such  a  discovery,  he  rushed  to 
the  entrance  of  the  grotto,  and  shouted, 

"  What !     Ho,  there !  " 

Only  the  reverberation  of  his  own  voice  answered 
him. 

"  I  will  enter  unbidden  then,"  and  he  boldly  entered 
into  the  grotto. 

"Who  comes  there?"  was  a  sudden  challenge  from 
the  very  wall  itself. 

"  I  am  Erskales.  I  demand  to  know  why  my  priests 
are  permitted  to  enter  here  unchallenged  while  I  my 
self  —  aye,  even  Deioces  himself  has  not  this  privi 
lege?" 

"  Hasten  then  and  overtake  them,  and  ask  of  them 
the  meaning  of  it,"  replied  the  voice. 

Erskales  took  but  a  few  steps,  when  a  cloak  was 
cast  over  his  head,  and  he  felt  himself  lifted  up  as  if 
being  taken  up  into  a  higher  passageway.  It  was  use 
less  to  struggle.  It  gave  him  more  relief  to  pray.  He 
was  a  prisoner  in  the  labyrinth  of  Crail,  and  not  a 
living  soul  but  him  and  his  captors  knew  it.  Pie  ac 
knowledged  after  it  was  too  late  that  he  was  a  fool. 

There  were  four  men  in  this  upper  gallery ;  two  of 
them  carried  the  prisoner  forward,  while  the  other  two 
followed. 

"  Trincules,  even  the  devil  sometimes  meets  a  stroke 
of  good  fortune.  Now  you  can  apply  this  to  one  or 


108  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

both  of  us,  for  I  have  by  a  stroke  of  fortune  made  my 
self  head  of  the  Holy  State,  which  means  a  high  pro 
motion  for  you.  This  is  Erskales  himself  who  has 
thrust  his  august  person  into  the  well-hole.  We  must 
not  permit  your  two  assistants  to  recognize  him.  I 
charge  you  alone  with  his  safe  keeping.  Take  him  to 
the  well-hole.  Did  you  again  close  the  cleft?  " 

"  It  is  closed,"  said  Trincules. 

They  hastened  along  the  gallery  in  the  flickering 
light  of  flambeaux  until  they  reached  a  curious  ex 
cavation,  through  the  top  of  which  could  be  discerned 
the  blue  sky  and  twinkling  stars. 

Depositing  Erskales,  they  placed  about  his  body  a 
steel  hoop  to  which  a  long  chain  was  attached,  the 
other  end  of  which  was  fastened  to  the  wall  of  the 
cavern.  Bidding  the  other  men  go  and  say  nothing  of 
their  adventure,  Trincules  concealed  Saranaces  in  a 
nearby  alcove,  then  removed  the  cloak  from  Erskales' 
head.  . 

"  What  is  the  meaning  of  this  outrage  ?  "  demanded 
the  head  of  the  Holy  State. 

"  It  means  that  you  are  a  prisoner,  and  chained  to 
the  wall  of  the  labyrinth  of  Crail,  where  no  one  comes 
except  to  administer  to  those  that  die  here,"  was  the 
cruel  answer  of  Trincules. 

"  But  why  am  I  made  a  prisoner?  "  asked  Erskales. 

"  For  political  reasons  that  I  am  not  at  liberty  to 
discuss  with  you,"  said  Trincules. 

"  Am  I  then  condemned  to  die  here  for  political 
reasons?  " 

"  That  depends  upon  your  conduct,  perhaps.  Be  a 
good  and  cheerful  prisoner,  and  you  will  live  longer 
to  see  what  fate  holds  for  you,"  replied  the  heartless 
Trincules. 


109 

Then  the  outraged  Erskales  alternately  prayed  and 
cursed,  declaring  that  the  minute  his  absence  was  dis 
covered  Deioces  would  tear  these  caverns  to  pieces  in 
searching  for  him.  Saranaces  chuckled,  and  passed 
on  through  the  labyrinth  to  the  gardens. 

The  labyrinth  was  a  subcavern,  so  damp  and  grue 
some  that  it  was  not  used  except  on  very  rare  occa 
sions  when  prisoners  were  chained  to  the  walls  at  the 
place  called  the  well-hole.  It  was  a  horrible  prison, 
yet  safe  from  the  prying  eyes  of  the  priests  of  the  up 
per  caverns. 

It  had  long  been  whispered  about  that  Deioces  had 
withdrawn  his  confidence  from  Erskales,  and  that 
Saranaces  would  certainly  be  elected  as  the  head  of 
the  Holy  State  at  the  next  annual  conclave.  The 
present  situation,  however,  would  doubtless  place  him 
in  Erskales'  place  at  once,  upon  its  being  officially 
known  that  Erskales  had  mysteriously  disappeared. 

The  Holy  Church  had  been  riding  roughshod  over 
the  Holy  State,  and  Deioces  hoped  that  Saranaces 
might  change  this  condition  and  bring  about  a  better 
and  more  peaceful  understanding.  He  well  knew  that 
the  Church  had  the  friendship  of  the  Holy  Crater, 
which  made  it  a  dangerous  matter  for  him  to  resent 
the  encroachment  of  the  Church  upon  his  rights. 

At  a  single  lucky  stroke,  due  to  a  natural  conti 
nuity  of  singular  events,  Saranaces  had  reached  his 
goal ;  therefore  he  at  once  began  to  feel  his  power. 

Returning  to  the  gardens  that  he  had  impatiently 
patrolled  the  entire  evening  in  an  attempt  to  discover 
the  movements  of  Cyaxares  and  Cambyses,  he  was  se 
cretly  informed  that  three  strange  priests,  wearing  the 
garb  of  the  Holy  State,  had  been  admitted  into  the 
gardens  on  the  order  of  Cracillies.  Two  of  these  were 


110  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

exceptionally  large,  while  the  third  seemed  more  like 
a  woman  in  disguise. 

Upon  hearing  this  information,  Saranaces  rushed 
wildly  back  to  the  entrance  of  the  labyrinth,  where 
Trincules  was  attempting  to  conceal  the  entrance  by 
drawing  the  shrubbery  about  it. 

"  Come,  Trincules,  I  cannot  wait  for  others.  You 
must  accompany  me  at  once,"  and  the  two  went  to 
the  cleft  in  the  wall  of  the  labyrinth,  let  themselves 
down  with  ropes,  and  passed  out  of  the  grotto  and 
toward  the  bridge  leading  to  Baleria.  Despite  this 
haste  they  had  been  anticipated. 

Cyaxares  and  Cambyses,  bringing  Scala  with  them, 
had  been  admitted  into  the  gardens  upon  their  arrival, 
and  shortly  thereafter  Scala  was  securely  put  away  in 
one  of  the  villas,  while  the  two  men,  with  Cracillies, 
sought  the  latter's  secret  cell  to  discuss  all  the  happen 
ings  of  the  evening. 

"  Something  dreadful  must  have  happened ;  you  both 
look  as  if  you  are  ready  to  collapse.  Partake  of  this 
good  wine,  and  tell  me  of  your  adventure,"  and 
Cracillies  quickly  gave  to  each  a  cup  of  wine. 

"  Enough  has  happened  to  prove  that  your  theme 
regarding  fate  and  destiny  has  an  endless  variety  of 
tricks  to  play  upon  us,  to  keep  us  guessing  whether 
fate  is  blind  or  not.  A  horrible  thing  has  occurred 
this  night,  Cracillies,"  and  Cyaxares  placed  his  head 
in  his  hands,  and  groaned  aloud. 

"  Pray  tell  us  what  all  this  means.  Why  did  you 
not  bring  Saluciea  here,  which  you  said  you  would 
do?  "  asked  Cracillies,  anxiously. 

"  Because  Saluciea  is  dead,"  moaned  Cyaxares. 

"  Saluciea  dead !  O  what  can  this  mean  ?  Saluciea 
dead ! "  and  the  aged  priest  held  his  clasped  hands 


THE  TRAGEDY  AT  BALERIA  111 

aloft,  while  great  tears  fell  down  upon  his  hoary  beard. 

The  other  two  men  looked  much  surprised,  and  Cra- 
cillies,  as  if  he  had  betrayed  some  hidden  sentiment, 
hastily  brushed  away  the  signs  of  his  own  grief,  and 
listened  eagerly  to  their  story  of  the  evening. 

"  It  is  of  the  greatest  importance  that  we  immedi 
ately  have  her  body  brought  here,"  said  Cracillies. 
"  We  cannot  have  the  public  mind  excited  at  this  time. 
Moreover,  we  cannot  tell  what  Deioces  may  attempt 
upon  discovering  this  tragedy.  He  has  been  drinking 
deeply  for  several  days." 

"  I  cannot  tell  you  how  sad  I  feel  over  this  affair. 
I  had  a  great  liking  for  Saluciea.  At  the  last  mo 
ment  I  believed  that  she  was  only  in  a  deep  swoon  for, 
while  displaying  my  sudden  grief,  I  wept  over  her 
beautiful  face,  and  to  my  surprise  two  great  pearly 
tears  came  out  upon  her  eyelashes  and  dropped  upon 
her  cheeks.  But  she  was  rigid  and  undoubtedly  dead," 
moaned  Cyaxares. 

The  priest  arose  quickly,  saying: 

"  Come,  get  your  rest,  for  before  the  day  comes  you 
must  be  on  your  way.  I  will  take  care  of  evervthing 
here." 

"  And  you  will  bring  Saluciea  here,  and  let  me  know 
when  you  arrive  with  the  body?  "  asked  Cyaxares. 

The  priest  hesitated,  then  said, 

"  That  must  be  left  to  my  discretion." 

Later  in  the  night  Cracillies  came  to  the  cell  in  which 
Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  were  resting  to  say  that  a  real 
calamity  was  upon  them.  Saranaces  was  missing,  and 
the  body  of  Saluciea  had  been  removed  from  the  house. 
It  was  most,  urgent  that  they  should  not  wait  till  morn 
ing,  but  immediately  prepare  for  their  departure.  He 
had  prepared  messages  to  be  carried  by  Cyaxares  to 


112  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

Astyages  and  to  the  Holy  Crater.  He  advised  that 
Astyages  should  add  also  an  urgent  message  to  the 
Sapor.  Then  he  handed  to  Cyaxares  a  message  from 
Madrilla,  saying: 

"  Madrilla  requests  that  you  permit  no  one  to  know 
that  you  carry1  a  message  from  her  to  the  Sapor.  You 
are  to  open  the  outer  covering  upon  reaching  the  Holy 
Crater,  and  read  the  personal  message,  which  will  fully 
instruct  you  what  to  do.  You  must  deliver  the  sealed 
message,  which  you  will  find  within,  to  the  high  priest, 
who  will  receive  you  in  the  inner  sanctum  of  the  palace 
of  the  Sapor.  You  will  have  the  distinction  of  being 
the  only  ambassador  that  has  ever  been  permitted  a 
personal  audience  with  the  Sapor.  Madrilla  declares 
her  message  will  bring  you  this  distinction.  Every 
thing  is  in  readiness  for  your  departure.  You  will 
be  conducted  through  a  secret  passageway  to  the  moun 
tains.  Now,  my  blessings  go  with  you.  I  shall  await 
instructions  from  you  after  you  have  performed  your 
pilgrimage  of  mercy,"  and  Cracillies  affectionately  em 
braced  the  two  stalwart  men. 

Without  they  found  their  three  henchmen  and  four 
priests  ready  to  make  the  start. 

During  their  passage  through  the  caves  Cambyses 
changed  the  whole  trend  of  events  in  Ironia  by  a  sim 
ple  little  trick  of  precaution.  Telling  the  guides  to 
go  forward  he  had  his  men  lag  behind  and  slash  the 
walls  with  their  strong,  short  daggers.  Every  slash 
made  a  clean-cut  mark  upon  the  soft  limestone,  every 
four  or  five  feet  apart. 

Upon  reaching  the  outer  entrance  to  the  cave  it 
was  suggested  that  they  rest  there  till  the  first  light 
of  day.  Then,  bidding  them  good-bye,  the  priests  re 
turned  into  the  cavern. 


THE  TRAGEDY  AT  BALERIA  113 

In  the  early  morning  they  looked  about  them,  and 
were  much  surprised  to  find  themselves  near  the  very 
promontory  from  which  they  had  first  viewed  the  plains 
below. 

At  a  farm,  a  mile  away,  they  had  left  their  horses. 
Securing  the  accouterments,  which  they  had  previously 
hidden,  they  now  made  for  their  horses,  and  were  soon 
on  their  way  on  diplomatic  missions  destined  to  change 
the  map  of  Asia  Minor. 


CHAPTER  VII 

A    MISSION    TO    THE    COURT    OF    ASTYAGES 

PERHAPS  Little  Ironia  was  more  favorably  situ 
ated,  having  access  to  the  sea,  but  Persis,  occu 
pying  a  great  table-land,  almost  as  rich  in  its  soil  as 
Ironia,  was  one  of  the  richest  countries  in  Asia,  and 
of  vastly  greater  importance  in  a  political  sense  than 
Ironia.  Baleria  might  have  had  a  more  worldly  repu 
tation  for  architectural  beauty  and  bad  morals,  but 
Aspahan,  the  Persian  capital,  was  a  mart  of  immense 
importance. 

Deioces,  king  of  Ironia,  was  a  despot,  and  was 
heartily  hated  by  his  agrarian  subjects.  Astyages 
was  a  king,  and  was  beloved  by  his  people. 

Deioces  had  boasted  that  an  hundred  miles  of  lash 
and  thong  had  made  his  lands  productive. 

Astyages  had  replied, 

"  Should  one  of  my  subjects  unduly  lash  even  an 
ox,  he  would  be  punished  in  like  manner." 

By  a  benign,  governmental  supervision,  the  people 
of  Persis  were  assured  of  a  happy,  comfortable  life, 
participating  in  the  prosperity  of  the  nation,  whose 
products  were  exported  to  all  the  known  world.  The 
great  staples  of  Persis  were  wheat,  maize,  honey,  bees 
wax,  hemp  and  its  products,  wool,  wood-fibres,  figs, 
raisins,  and  fruits.  These  had  made  Persis  famous. 

Aspahan  was  a  mart  to  which  traders  from  all  the 
markets  of  the  world  came  to  barter,  trade,  and  ex 
change  products.  At  the  very  gates  of  the  city  it 

114 


COURT  OF  ASTYAGES  115 

often  happened  that  a  train  from  one  country  would 
meet  a  train  from  another,  quickly  strike  a  bargain 
whereby  the  merchandise  of  one  would  be  exchanged 
for  that  of  the  other,  without  having  entered  into  the 
city,  and  no  tribute  was  required  of  them  by  Astyages 
in  such  transactions.  This  gave  to  Aspahan  an  ex 
cellent  reputation  for  fairness. 

More  than  once  Deioces  had  expressed  his  vexation 
and  disapproval  of  the  tremendous  commercial  growth 
of  his  rival  and  neighbor.  So  serious  had  the  situa 
tion  become  that  the  two  rulers  had  forbidden  commer 
cial  intercourse  on  the  part  of  their  trading  merchants. 
This  had  been,  perhaps,  the  greatest  menace  to  the 
triple  alliance.  At  frequent  intervals  Deioces  had 
placed  guards  in  all  the  passes  to  enforce  this  edict. 
This  was,  however,  intended  as  an  espionage  upon  the 
people  who  came  from,  and  went  to,  Aspahan  upon  the 
highways  near  his  borders.  This  policy  bid  fair  to 
involve  him  in  war  with  all  the  surrounding  nations,  for 
the  insolence  of  his  spies  extended  almost  to  brigandage 
under  the  pretense  of  a  right  of  search,  consequently 
he  modified  his  conduct,  being  content  to  establish  a 
secret  spy  system  with  Zinkara  at  its  head.  So  adroit 
was  this  Zinkara  that  not  even  the  priests  of  Crail 
knew  him  by  sight. 

Regules'  mountain  house  was  the  regular  headquar 
ters  for  Zinkara's  force.  Therefore,  both  coming  into 
and  going  out  of  Little  Ironia,  Cyaxares  and  his  party 
had  avoided  showing  themselves  as  they  went  through 
the  Ironian  pass. 

It  required  several  days  of  hard  and  fast  travel  for 
Cyaxares  to  reach  Aspahan,  and  but  a  single  incident 
of  importance  occurred.  As  they  emerged  from  the 
Ironian  pass,  and  were  well  beyond  the  point  which  was 


116  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

considered  Deioces'  dead  line,  they  were  abruptly  chal 
lenged  by  two  of  Deioces'  mounted  guards.  It  re 
quired  a  foolhardy  courage,  born  of  drunkenness,  for 
two  men  thus  to  challenge  five  stalwart  and  dangerous- 
looking  men,  as  well  mounted  and  armed  as  themselves, 
nevertheless  they  took  the  pass,  and  shouted, 

"  Ho !  have  you  passes  to  go  this  way  ?  " 

A  grim  smile  was  on  Cambyses'  face  as  he  rode 
slightly  in  advance  to  make  reply. 

"  Since  when  do  you  challenge  travelers  beyond  the 
house  of  Regules  ?  " 

"  Deioces  challenges  anywhere,"  impudently  replied 
the  guard. 

"  Then  we  will  show  you  our  passes,"  said  Cambyses 
savagely,  and,  at  a  move  of  his  hand,  he  and  his  hench 
men  rode  over  the  two  guards  like  a  whirlwind. 

Cyaxares  looked  down  upon  the  two  men  while  the 
others  secured  the  horses.  The  head  of  one  was  almost 
severed  from  his  body,  while  the  other  had  no  less  than 
three  punctures  through  his  neck  and  chest. 

"  We  shall  make  good  use  of  this,"  said  Cyaxares. 
"  Doubtless  Deioces  by  this  time  believes  that  Astyages 
and  the  priests  of  Crail  are  working  together,  and  this 
will  corroborate  the  story  regarding  the  prisoners  held 
as  hostages,"  then,  with  the  life-blood  of  the  fallen 
guards  he  scrawled  upon  the  trappings  of  one  of  the 
steeds, 

"  Attacked  by  soldiers  of  Astyages." 

Lashing  the  animal  into  a  fury  of  pain  and  fright, 
to  make  him  run  away,  he  turned  his  head  toward  the 
Ironian  pass,  and  released  him.  The  scared  animal 
sped  like  the  wind,  and  soon  disappeared. 

After  Cambyses'  men  had  possessed  themselves  of 
what  they  found  of  value  upon  the  persons  of  the 


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guards,  they  were  left  lying  in  the  roadway,  to  be 
easily  found.  Hearing  the  howl  of  a  jackal  nearby, 
Cambyses  had  his  men  return  and  draw,  down  two  small 
pine  trees,  cut  off  the  tops  and  hook  the  chins  of  the 
dead  men  onto  them,  then  they  released  the  trees,  leav 
ing  the  bodies  dangling  in  midair,  but  safe  from  the 
attack  of  wild  beasts. 

The  entrance  into  the  city  of  Aspahan  was  imposing. 
There  were  no  offensive  formalities.  At  a  short  dis 
tance  from  the  gates  were  stationed  old  bearded  men, 
whose  sole  duty  was  to  direct  strangers  how  best  to 
enter  the  city.  At  the  great  arched  gates,  for  it  was 
a  strongly  walled  city,  the  guards  challenged  all  that 
desired  to  enter,  and  if  they  were  strangers,  guides 
were  sent  with  them  to  direct  them  where  to  go  to  reach 
the  place  of  their  destination.  There  was  a  gateway 
through  which  commerce  entered,  and  one  for  its  exit. 
There  was  a  gate  for  the  people  of  the  city,  also  a 
gate  for  foreign  diplomats  and  pleasure-seekers. 
Then  there  was  the  great  gate  for  the  private  use  of 
the  king,  of  his  household,  and  of  special  ambassadors 
from  foreign  countries.  To  this  latter  gate  Cyaxares 
and  his  party  were  directed. 

Here  a  little  more  rigid  inspection  was  made,  the 
gate  being  guarded  by  a  large  body  of  mounted  sol 
diers. 

Cyaxares,  being  challenged,  replied, 

"  I  am  bearer  of  most  important  messages  to  King 
Astyages,  and  desire  to  be  conducted  to  him  at  once." 

"  Show  your  credentials,"  demanded  the  officer. 

"  I  am  Prince  Cyaxares,  son  of  Phraortes,  as  these 
credentials  will  show;  my  message  is  verbal  and  of  the 
greatest  importance  to  your  king,  who  is  my  father's 
lifelong  friend.  This  is  Cambyses,  my  guardsman." 


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At  this  juncture  a  grizzled  old  officer  of  guards  sa 
luted  Cambyses  cordially.  They  had  fought  side  by 
side  in  many  battles  when  Ironia  and  Persis  were  allies 
against  Arya.  The  party  was  now  turned  over  to  this 
officer,  and  he  himself  conducted  them  to  the  king's  pal 
ace. 

An  audience  with  the  king  was  arranged  for  the  fol 
lowing  morning.  Cyaxares  and  his  party  were  as 
signed  to  comfortable  quarters.  Astyages  sent  cor 
dial  greeting  to  Cyaxares  and  bade  him  take  all  the 
liberties  of  the  city.  This  was  a  great  pleasure  to 
Cyaxares  for  he*  had  never  before  visited  Aspahan,  not 
withstanding  the  close  friendship  existing  between  his 
father  and  the  king. 

Cambyses,  placing  his  men  under  proper  escort,  bade 
them  take  a  day  of  freedom  and  have  a  pleasurable 
time,  while  he  and  Cyaxares,  under  the  escort  of  his 
old  soldier  friend,  joined  the  throngs  of  strangers  fill 
ing  every  street  and  byway. 

Originally  certain  streets  had  been  set  aside  as  mar 
ket-places,  but  so  vast  had  become  the  commerce  of  the 
city  that  even  the  private  streets  leading  to  the  palace 
were  used  unchallenged.  It  had  long  been  a  scandal 
in  Ironia  that  laces  and  bonbons  could  be  bought  on 
the  steps  of  Astyages'  palace.  It  was  a  wonderful 
sight,  this  beehive  of  barter  and  trade.  Cyaxares 
found  himself  so  filled  with  excitement  that  he  exclaimed 
with  delight  at  every  turn  at  the  endless  varieties  of 
merchandise  of  every  conceivable  kind  and  from  every 
known  country. 

Here  was  a  long  line  of  snowy  stalls  filled  to  over 
flowing  with  luscious  fruits,  with  their  bright  colors 
and  tantalizing  odors.  The  stalls  were  beautifully 
decorated  with  fruits,  suspended  in  clusters,  and  with 


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many  flowers.  They  were  presided  over  by  rosy- 
cheeked,  bright-eyed,  cheerful,  and  happy  young  maid 
ens,  as  tempting  as  the  fruits  themselves.  What  a  lark 
it  was,  to  be  sure,  to  have  this  freedom,  a  liberty  as 
unlike  the  licentious  revels  in  the  streets  of  Baleria  as 
night  differs  from  day.  Here  all  was  innocent,  re 
spectful  banter  of  joyous  hearts  and  of  clean  minds. 
The  young  women  everywhere  were  not  slow  to  dis 
cover  that  Cyaxares  was  a  foreign  nobleman ;  his  proud 
bearing  and  his  handsome  features  and  person  made 
him  a  constant  target  for  friendly  banter  and  amorous 
glances  as  he  passed  through  the  streets. 

Young  women  mounted  upon  small  white  ponies,  and 
surrounded  by  innumerable  baskets  filled  with  fruits, 
berries,  and  flowers,  urged  on  their  plump,  lazy  little 
animals.  Other  men  and  women  pushed  small  pink, 
blue,  white,  and  yellow  wagons  with  little  pies,  tarts, 
cakes,  and  raspberry  juice  as  their  stock  in  trade,  and 
these  met  with  ready  sale. 

And  now  Cyaxares  and  his  party  had  reached  the 
more  important  and  dignified  districts  where  were  sold 
the  richer  and  more  expensive  wares.  This  was  in 
structive.  Here  were  the  people  from  Arya  with  their 
linen  fabrics  so  finely  woven  that  the  meshes  could  not 
be  discerned  by  the  naked  eye;  the  Kadaehons,  with 
their  bright-colored  yarns  and  worsteds,  and  the  queer 
little  people  that  came  down  once  each  year  from  the 
steppes  to  the  north  of  the  Caspian  sea  to  sell  their 
woods,  carved  by  hand  in  grotesque  or  graceful  designs. 
The  Bahans  brought  an  endless  variety  of  carpets,  rugs, 
and  curtains,  woven  of  silk  and  wool  in  fantastical  or 
graceful  patterns.  In  this  long,  clean,  white  booth 
were  linens,  damask,  and  fleecy  laces  made  by  the  peo 
ple  of  the  Holy  Crater.  Here  one  found  things 


120  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

wrought  of  filigreed  silver,  brass,  and  copper,  also  steel 
swords  and  knives  from  Bagdad  and  Massula,  and 
from  the  far  Eastern  countries  spices  and  silk,  ivory 
and  gold,  and  sparkling  gems  and  jewels. 

What  a  wonderful  object  lesson  it  all  was. 

They  came  upon  a  broad  facade,  circular  in  shape, 
with  a  large  fountain  in  its  center.  Around  this  cir 
cle  were  the  flower  venders,  said  to  be  the  handsomest 
young  women  in  all  the  world.  Their  stalls  were 
sweet  and  clean,  and  garlanded  in  the  most  artistic 
fashion.  Each  young  woman  sat  playing  upon  either 
an  eleven  stringed  harp,  a  reed  flute,  or  beating  a  small, ' 
bedecked  tambourine.  It  was  most  fascinating.  The 
air  was  redolent  with  the  odors  of  the  flowers. 

"  Who  are  these  people  ?  They  are  a  distinct  race 
from  all  others  that  we  have  seen,"  remarked  Cyaxares. 

"  They  are  pure  blooded  Aryans.  They  began  to 
come  here  from  the  steppes  about  the  Caspian  sea  some 
eight  years  ago.  They  are  under  special  protection 
by  a  treaty  between  the  king  and  the  Sapor.  They 
are  not  only  beautiful,  as  you  see,  but  they  are  the  most 
gentle  and  sweet-tempered  people,  perhaps,  in  all  the 
world." 

Cyaxares  marveled  at  their  beautiful  hair  and  deli 
cate  complexions,  their  large  blue  eyes  and  luxurious 
persons.  They  reminded  him  of  Madrilla;  surely  she 
was  of  this  race.  She  had  the  same  smile,  of  such  pen 
etrating  sweetness  that  it  was  almost  painful  at  times. 
It  seemed  like  a  wistful  desire  to  be  loved  and  caressed, 
and  yet  there  was  a  protecting  dignity  with  it  that 
forbade  liberties.  While  the  men  were  strong  they 
were  not  so  handsome  as  the  women. 

The  city  was  as  clean  as  Baleria,  but  lacked  the  cold, 
ornate  architecture.  Licentious  luxury  was  the  first 


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idea  in  Baleria.  Utility  and  genuine  pleasure  and 
comfort  were  the  essential  things  in  Aspahan. 

If  it  was  interesting  in  daytime  it  was  more  so  at 
nightfall.  There  was  no  music  in  Baleria;  harmony 
was  lacking  in  the  souls  of  the  people.  In  Aspahan 
music  was  the  outpouring  of  happy  hearts.  It  was 
heard  everywhere.  Even  the  young  children  were  ex 
cellent  musicians.  Between  the  flower-stalls  were  nar 
row  passageways  leading  into  mysterious  little  thea 
ters,  where  the  people  sat  and  ate,  and  sipped  their 
wine,  while  they  conversed,  listened  to  the  music,  and 
watched  some  athletic  sports  or  some  form  of  theat 
ricals. 

As  Cyaxares  and  his  party  would  enter  these  places, 
and  were  at  once  recognized  as  the  king's  guests,  be 
cause  of  the  little  gilded  staff  carried  by  the  guiding 
officer,  food  and  drink  were  offered  to  them  free  of  cost, 
and  they  were  treated  in  the  most  respectful  and  hos 
pitable  manner.  Here,  truly,  was  an  enlightened  and 
advancing  civilization,  a  happy  and  prosperous  people 
under  a  just  and  sane  ruler.  Cyaxares  conceived  a 
high  regard  for  Astyages,  and  by  comparison  a  corre 
spondingly  increased  disgust  for  Deioces. 

In  a  single  generation  this  commerce  had  increased 
a  thousand-fold,  at  which  even  the  stolid  Cambyses  was 
astonished.  He  had  seen  Aspahan  when  it  was  less 
prosperous. 

"  It  seems  impossible,"  said  Cyaxares.  "  Here  are 
people  of  many  nationalities,  but  one  sees  none  of  the 
evidences  of  crime  so  noticeable  in  Baleria.  Are  not  all 
people  constituted  alike?  Why  this  difference?  " 

"  Crime  is  a  species  of  commerce.  There  is  no  profit 
in  crime  here.  Therefore  it  has  no  license,  to  the  con 
trary  it  is  punished  by  banishment.  Life  in  Aspahan 


122  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

is  too  pleasant  for  any  one  to  risk  being  shown  to  her 
gates,  for  they  are  never  permitted  to  return,"  replied 
the  king's  guide. 

"  What  a  lesson  for  Baleria,"  sighed  Cyaxares. 

"  Lesson !  "  exclaimed  Cambyses.  "  Why,  should  you 
apply  such  a  rule  to  Baleria,  you  would  depopulate  her 
in  a  day ;  you  would  have  to  widen  the  Ironian  pass  to 
let  the  people  through." 

Cyaxares  laughed  at  Cambyses'  pessimistic  views  re 
garding  Baleria. 

"  But  there  is  another  reason  for  the  morality  of  this 
city,"  said  the  guide.  "  Its  population,  that  is,  its 
floating  population,  comes  mainly  from  the  land,  and  it 
is  a  singular  fact  that  country  people  as  compared  with 
seafaring  people  show  greater  morality  and  a  less  tend 
ency  toward  the  lower  forms  of  debauchery  and  immo 
rality  in  their  daily  lives.  We  are  comparatively  free 
from  licentiousness  here,  yet  the  people  have  practically 
the  same  personal  freedom  that  the  people  in  Baleria 
have."  | 

"  That  is  worthy  of  further  consideration.  I  shall 
bear  it  in  mind,"  replied  Cyaxares. 

And  thus  they  put  in  the  day,  and  a  part  of  the 
night,  greatly  to  the  pleasure  and  edification  of  the 
visitors. 

At  midnight  when  all  noise  and  revelry  ceased,  quite 
weary  from  their  arduous  day's  work,  Cyaxares  and 
Cambyses  returned  to  their  quarters.  Comfortably 
seated  in  their  luxurious  quarters,  over  a  flagon  of 
wine  they  discussed  the  events  that  had  most  deeply  im 
pressed  them. 

"  My  dear  Cambyses,  I  am  greatly  impressed  with 
the  manifest  prosperity  of  this  city.  Had  I  a  less 
urgent  reason,  I  should  despair  of  inducing  Astyages 


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to  go  to  war  with  Deioces.  Any  ruler  would  hesitate 
to  disturb  his  people  so  set  in  peace  and  plenty.  More 
over,  I  can  see  from  this  viewpoint  other  contingencies. 
Other  rulers  than  Deioces  must  be  jealous  of  this  un 
usual  condition  here,  and  did  they  see  profit  to  them 
selves  in  an  alliance  with  Deioces  against  Astyages,  and 
could  assure  themselves  that  there  would  be  no  holy  war, 
we  might  find  ourselves  confronted  by  tremendous 
forces,  which  Astyages  alone  could  not  successfully 
combat." 

"  The  cooperation  of  the  Sapor  is  essential,  and  you 
are  most  fortunate  inl  having  the  same  cause  to  present 
to  both  these  kings,"  said  Cambyses. 

"  Yes,  that  is  true,  Cambyses.  No  self-respecting 
king  would  calmly  submit  to  this  outrageous  insult, 
and  this  will  be  taken  advantage  of  to  punish  Deioces 
for  rudely  forbidding  commerce  between  Little  Ironia 
and  Aspahan.  Deioces  is  insulted  that  his  own  little 
ness  is  reflected  in  Astyages'  growing  commercial  pros 
perity,  and  there  is  a  possibilty  of  his  having  chosen 
this  method  of  insulting  Astyages  in  order  to  draw 
him  into  a  war.  If  this  be  true,  Madrilla's  keeping 
her  identity  concealed  turned  his  intended  insult  into 
a  disaster  to  himself.  Madrilla's  life  was  truly  in 
danger.  It  is  marvelous  that  he  did  not  immediately 
destroy  her  upon  learning  her  true  identity." 

"  Astyages  will  hesitate  to  enter  Little  Ironia  to  war 
on  Deioces.  In  fact  he  would  not  do  so  without  the 
consent  of  the  Sapor,"  said  Cambyses. 

"  He  will  not  be  asked  to  send  any  army  into  Ironia. 
I  am  positive  that  Deioces  will  bring  his  army  out  be 
fore  we  can  be  fully  prepared  for  him.  Nevertheless, 
I  am  going  to  strain  every  point  to  consummate  the 
plan  that  I  have  outlined  in  my  mind,  and  that  is  to 


124.  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

draw  Deioces  outside  to  attack  Astyages,  and  then 
slip  a  sufficient  force  in  behind  him  to  cut  off  his  base 
of  supplies  and  prevent  his  retreat  through  the  passes ; 
then  have  the  Sapor's  forces  cut  him  ta  pieces  upon  the 
open  plains." 

"  Well  planned,"  declared  Cambyses,  enthusiastically. 

After  discussing  many  important  angles  of  the  situ 
ation  they  bade  each  other  good-night. 

Cambyses  was  a  case-hardened  soldier,  therefore  to 
bed  meant  quick  sleep  for  him.  But  not  so  with 
Cyaxares,  who  lay  till  early  morning  planning  his 
coming  audience  with  the  king.  The  refreshing  hour's 
sleep  that  overtook  him  at  daybreak  seemed  to  quell 
the  riotous  blood  in  his  veins,  calm  his  brain,  and  lull 
his  tired  nerves.  When  Cambyses  greeted  him  later 
he  was  none  the  wiser  but  that  Cyaxares  had  enjoyed  a 
refreshing  night's  sleep. 

At  eleven  o'clock  they  went  to  the  palace ;  an  hour 
later  Astyages  cordially  greeted  them  in  his  private 
audience  chamber,  only  one  court  official  being  present. 
The  king  openly  congratulated  Cyaxares  upon  his 
splendid  manhood,  mentioning  the  close  friendship  that 
had  always  existed  between  himself  and  Phraortes. 

Cyaxares,  in  well  chosen  phrases,  attempted  to  re 
turn  the  compliment  by  praising  the  king's  appear 
ance  of  good  health,  when  the  latter  with  a  deprecatory 
gesture  exclaimed :  "  Say  not  so,  my  son.  I  am  in  the 
greatest  mental  and  physical  distress.  I  am  an  old 
and  tottering  man.  But  that  is  not  my  bereavement. 
My  daughter,  Almareta,  you  have  doubtless  heard  your 
father  speak  of  her.  She  has  as  mysteriously  disap 
peared  as  if  swallowed  by  the  earth.  Desiring  to 
avoid  a  scandal  I  have  concealed  the  truth  from  all 
but  the  few  confidential  persons  that  are  scouring  the 


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earth  for  her  without  avail.  I  am  glad  that  you  have 
come,  Cyaxares.  You  are  young,  and  strong  and 
courageous,  perhaps  you  may  comfort  me  in  some 
manner,  or  give  me  some  advice  that  will  alleviate  this 
anguish  that  is  consuming  my  very  soul." 

"Your  Majesty  knows  how  this  distresses  me,  not 
only  because  of  my  father's  esteem  for  you,  but  also 
on  my  own  account.  It,  therefore,  gives  me  corre 
sponding  joy  to  bring  to  you  tidings  of  your  beloved 
daughter,"  said  Cyaxares. 

"  You  bring  tidings  of  my  Almareta ! "  exclaimed 
Astyages,  quickly  arising  from  his  seat  and  taking 
the  young  prince  by  the  hands. 

"  Yes,  your  Majesty,  and  good  tidings,  too.  While 
she  cannot  come  immediately  to  you,  she  is  in  tempo 
rary  safety.  I  am  here  to  offer  you  my  services  in  res 
cuing  her,  for  she  is,  practically,  a  prisoner." 

Forgetting  his  extreme  age  and  infirmities  the  king 
raised  himself  erect,  clinched  his  hands,  and  said: 

"  My  daughter  a  prisoner !  Who  would  dare  to  de 
tain  my  daughter?  " 

"  I  beg  your  Majesty  to  be  calm  and  permit  me 
to  explain.  This  is  a  most  delicate  situation.  For  the 
time  being  your  daughter  is  safe  from  immediate  dan 
ger.  I  vouch  for  that.  It  is  essential  that  I  tell  you 
the  story  in  full,  and  I  beg  that  you  permit  me  to  call 
into  your  presence  my  lifelong  guardian,  Cambyses, 
who  helped  me  to  take  your  daughter  to  safety." 

"  Cambyses  helped  to  rescue  my  daughter?  His 
father  was  my  sworn  enemy,"  muttered  Astyages. 

"  Cambyses  himself  will  prove  to  be  one  of  your  best 
friends,  I  stake  my  honor  on  this,"  replied  the  prince. 

The  king  commanded  his  chamberlain  to  bring 
Cambyses  into  the  room. 


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"  Cyaxares  assures  me  that  you  are  my  friend,  Cam- 
byses,"  said  Astyages,  looking  the  old  warrior  ear 
nestly  in  the  face. 

"  My  father  upon  his  death-bed  declared  that  I 
should  not  inherit  his  prejudices,  and  he  bade  me 
especially  to  bear  you  no  ill-will  because  of  his  senti 
ments  toward  you.  I  shall  heed  his  dying  wishes.  I 
am  sincerely  at  your  service,  your  Majesty,"  replied 
Cambyses. 

"  Said  like  a  good  soldier,  Cambyses.  I  shall  count 
you  among  my  confidential  friends.  You  have  a  good 
companion,  Cyaxares,  and  I  shall  strive  to  be  worthy 
the  love  of  both  of  you.  Now,  do  tell  me  about  my 
daughter." 

"  Her  abduction  was  a  most  outrageous  thing,  and 
death  is  too  good  for  him  who  so  basely  betrayed  you. 
Her  rescue  will  involve  you  in  war  with  Deioces.  It 
was  he  that  attempted  to  steal  her  away,"  said  Cyax 
ares. 

"  Deioces !  "  exclaimed  Astyages,  and  his  face  be 
trayed  the  greatest  alarm. 

"  A  more  contemptible  dog  never  breathed,"  said 
Cyaxares.  "  His  time  has  come.  He  calculated  without 
weighing  the  consequences.  Learning  from  a  secret 
source  that  your  daughter  was  a  prisoner  in  Deioces' 
palace,  and  knowing  that  he  was  racked  with  fear 
over  his  own  drunken  deed,  I,  with  Cambyses,  went 
directly  into  the  palace,  demanded  an  audience  with 
Deioces  at  midnight,  which  he  granted.  Then  I  took 
the  responsibility  of  demanding  in  your  name  that  your 
daughter  be  immediately  placed  under  my  protection. 
You  will  be  astonished  to  know  that  this  demand  was 
at  once  complied  with,  and  we  succeeded  in  getting 
away  with  our  lives  and  in  safely  placing  your  daugh- 


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ter  in  the  care  of  Cracillies,  in  the  gardens  of  Crail. 
We  may  thank  the  gods  in  heaven  that  we  were  in 
time  to  save  your  daughter  a  chaste  woman,  for 
Deioces  is  a  fiend." 

"  A  chaste  woman !  "  exclaimed  Astyages.  "  Do  you 
mean  to  say  that  Deioces  would  dare  to  outrage  my 
daughter?  " 

"  It  is  said  that  he  outraged  his  own  sister,"  re 
plied  Cyaxares. 

•"  That  is  true ;  that  is  true.  I  will  prove  my  grati 
tude  to  you,  Cyaxares.  I  know  your  ambitions ;  go 
on,  go  on." 

"  Your  Majesty  will  be  doubly  shocked  to  know  that 
at  the  same  time  that  Deioces  seized  your  daughter  he 
also  took  her  companion,  whose  identity  he  did  not 
know.  This  proved  his  undoing.  It  was  Madrilla, 
daughter  of  the  Sapor." 

"  The  gods  protect  us.  The  whole  world  cannot 
pay  the  forfeit.  It  means  a  holy  war,"  wailed  Asty 
ages. 

"  Your  Majesty's  daughter  being  the  companion  of 
the  Princess  Madrilla  makes  you  the  natural  ally  of 
the  Holy  Crater." 

"  But  my  age  and  infirmities  cause  me  to  dread 
war.  I  could  not  survive  the  necessary  negotiations 
with  the  Holy  Crater." 

"  I  will  spare  you  all  the  hardships  of  such  a  cam 
paign.  I,  too,  have  a  cause,  and  I  wish  to  seize  this 
opportunity  to  right  my  father's  wrongs." 

"  Yes,  yes,  Cyaxares,  you  are  quite  right,  and  you 
have  my  sympathy  and  shall  have  my  aid,  and,  more 
over,  I  can  tell  you  that  the  Holy  Crater  is  friendly 
to  your  cause.  Let  me  hear  your  plans.  War  in  some 
form  is  inevitable.  I  see  that.  I  am  in  honor  bound 


128 

to  make  war  immediately  against  Deioces,  but  perhaps 
there  is  some  way  by  which  a  sweeping  holy  war  may 
be  avoided.  Give  me  your  views." 

"  I  gratefully  thank  your  Majesty  for  the  assur 
ance  of  your  friendship.  My  plan  is  simple  and  one  to 
be  quickly  put  into  execution.  I  propose  to  bring 
Deioces'  army  out  of  Little  Ironia,  then  slip  a  sufficient 
army  in  behind  him  to  cut  off  his  base  of  supplies  and 
his  retreat.  Your  Majesty's  army  must  be  prepared 
to  hold  this  city  against  his  siege  until  the  army  of 
the  Sapor  comes  to  do  the  balance." 

"  But  can  Deioces  be  induced  to  come  out  ?  " 

"  I  shall  request  of  your  Majesty  one  thousand 
courageous  and  well  accoutered  men  to  be  placed 
under  the  command  of  Cambyses  as  captain  general. 
I  will  guarantee  to  have  Deioces'  army  hammering  at 
your  gates  within  thirty  days." 

"And  the  Sapor?" 

"  Will  come  to  your  relief  on  the  ground  of  a  com 
mon  cause.  With  the  early  destruction  of  Deioces' 
army  the  cause  for  war  will  cease,  and  a  general  holy 
war  will  be  inconsistent  because  of  the  present  peaceful 
and  friendly  relations  existing  between  you  and  all 
your  neighboring  nations.  My  father  will  be  re 
stored  to  his  throne,  and  the  purging  of  Baleria  will 
be  my  especial  duty." 

"  Very  thoroughly  planned,  Cyaxares,  but  how  may 
we  best  go  about  obtaining  the  close  cooperation  of 
the  Sapor?  " 

"  I  request  that  your  Majesty  appoint  me  a  special 
ambassador  to  the  Holy  Crater  to  seek  the  aid  of  the 
Sapor.  Incidentally  I  shall  plead  my  own  cause." 

"And  what  is  Deioces'  present  attitude?" 

"  He  is  totally  in  the  dark  as  to  what  is  going  on, 


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and  beside  himself  with  rage.  A  most  fortunate  com 
bination  of  circumstances  enabled  us  to  seize  and  im 
prison  in  the  caverns  of  Crail  his  chief  of  guards, 
Paulius,  Zinkara,  his  chief  of  spies,  and  Crecies,  his 
murderous  executioner.  They  may  be  held  prisoners 
indefinitely,  for  the  priests  of  Crail  are  not  suspected 
of  having  them  in  their  power.  You  are  doubtless 
aware  that  the  priests  and  the  Holy  Church  are 
violently  opposed  to  Deioces." 

"  Yes,  I  am  aware  of  the  very  bad  political  situation 
there.  Do  you  contemplate  a  simultaneous  revolution 
in  Little  Ironia?  " 

"  Yes,  we  have  arms  for  two  thousand  within  the 
caverns  of  Crail,  and  Cracillies  will  take  Baleria  the 
moment  the  word  is  given." 

"  How  many  men  on  a  war  footing  has  Deioces  ?  " 

"  Thirty  thousand,  ready  to  take  the  field." 

"  I  can  only  place  twenty  thousand  men  under  arms 
immediately." 

"  That  will  be  ample  for  your  defense.  I  will  look 
to  the  Holy  Crater  for  my  soldiers,"  replied  Cyaxares. 

"  Cyaxares,  you  have  planned  well.  Were  I  twenty 
years  younger  I  would  take  the  field  myself.  As  it  is 
I  shall  place  much  confidence  in  both  you  and  your 
staunch  friend  Cambyses.  I  shall  immediately  call  a 
council  of  war.  By  to-morrow  noon  Cambyses  will 
have  at  his  disposal  one  thousand  picked  men.  At 
sunrise  to-morrow  morning  an  ample  escort  will  be 
ready  to  take  you  with  every  comfort  and  with  all  speed 
to  the  Holy  Crater." 

"  I  want  only  the  comforts  of  my  men,"  said  Cy 
axares. 

"  A  good  soldier,"  responded  the  king. 

"  I  will  prepare  messages  for  you  to  carry  to  the 


130  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

Holy  Crater.  But,  tell  me,  Cyaxares,  who  in  Baleria 
knows  ought  of  this  ?  " 

"  Only  Cracillies  and  Saranaces." 

"  Saranaces !  Do  you  believe  him  tq  be  your  friend? 
You  are  aware  that  it  has  been  rumored  that,  were 
Erskales  out  of  the  way,  Saranaces  would  become 
head  of  the  Holy  State.  Moreover,  it  is  a  well  founded 
piece  of  gossip  that  Erskales  has  been  openly  charged 
by  Deioces  with  being  too  attentive  to  Saluciea,  his 
mistress,  thereby  losing  the  king's  confidence." 

"  It  is  commonly  admitted  in  Baleria,"  replied  Cy 
axares,  deeming  it  wise  to  make  no  mention  of  the 
tragic  end  of  Saluciea  at  this  time. 

"  Are  you  aware  that  Saluciea  is  the  sister  of  Sar 
anaces  ?  "  said  Astyages. 

"  Only  at  the  last  moment  of  my  stay  in  Baleria 
did  I  hear  of  this,"  replied  Cyaxares. 

"  Yes,  Saranaces  was  a  plodding  farmer.  He  and 
his  beautiful  sister,  Saluciea,  pushed  a  vegetable  cart 
through  the  streets  of  Baleria.  The  story  goes  that 
one  day  Deioces  was  attracted  by  the  beautiful  face 
and  figure  of  the  rosy  young  country  girl,  then  eight 
een  years  old,  had  her  brought  to  the  palace,  and 
made  her  his  mistress.  It  was  said  that  the  little  farm 
of  Saranaces  was  not  confiscated  because  of  the  love 
of  one  of  Deioces'  high  officials  for  Saluciea's  mother. 
Saluciea  was  educated  under  Deioces'  guidance,  and 
she  is  a  wonderfully  wily  woman.  Saranaces  was  also 
educated  for  the  priesthood.  If  I  am  not  mistaken  the 
mother  is  in  some  manner  under  the  protection  of  the 
priests  of  Crail." 

Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  had  strange  misgivings, 
which  they  dared  not  reveal.  Hoping  to  change  the 
trend  of  the  conversation,  Cyaxares  asked, 


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"  May  I  inquire  of  your  Majesty  regarding  your 
son  Claudies  ?  " 

"  Speak  not  to  me  of  my  son,"  passionately  ex 
claimed  Astyages.  "  He  is  a  profligate.  I  have  dis 
owned  him,  and  have  expelled  him  from  Aspahan.  He 
sacrificed  himself  to  that  low-born  daughter  of  Regules. 
Where  you  find  one  you  will  doubtless  find  the  other." 

Again  the  two  men  exchanged  startled  glances. 

"  Are  you  aware  that  Scala  is  the  boon  companion 
and  protegee  of  Saluciea?  "  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  Where,  at  the  court  of  Deioces  ?  " 

"  No,  your  Majesty,  in  a  secret  rendezvous  in 
Baleria." 

"  Then  deep  intrigue  is  abroad.  Prompt  action  is 
necessary.  Prepare  for  your  journey.  I  will  give 
you  full  authority  to  act  for  me  at  the  court  of  the 
Sapor." 

"  I  thank  your  Majesty.  Cambyses  has  three  faith 
ful  men  trained  to  all  the  cunning  and  diplomacy  of 
warfare.  Trust  Cambyses  implicitly.  I  pledge  my 
honor  for  his  integrity  and  good  conduct." 

"  Let  Deioces'  army  come  unmolested  to  the  very 
walls  of  your  city.  I  will  prevent  its  retreat  while 
the  clans  of  the  Holy  Crater  settle  upon  it  like  bees." 

Astyages  now  bade  them  an  affectionate  good-bye, 
saying  that  his  blessings  and  prayers  went  with  them. 
They  returned  to  their  quarters  to  analyze  fully  the 
situation. 


CHAPTER  VIII 

CAMBYSES    RETURNS    TO     THE    CAVERNS    OF    CRAIL 


'  'T717HAT  manner  of  mess  is  this  \ve  are  in?" 
V  V  growled  Cambyses,  upon  their  reaching  their 
quarters. 

"  That  is  what  we  must  ascertain,  if  possible,"  re 
plied  Cyaxares. 

"  Now,  which  of  all  the  scoundrels  that  we  met  in 
Baleria  was  the  prodigal  son?  "  asked  Cambyses. 

"  Surely  none  that  I  can  recognize,"  responded 
Cyaxares. 

"  Do  you  believe  that  Saranaces'  plotting  is  of  long 
standing,  or  that  his  ambition  extends  beyond  a  desire 
to  be  head  of  the  Holy  State?  " 

"  No,  I  do  not,  Cambyses,  and  I  have  a  very  definite 
opinion  to  express  about  Saranaces'  actions.  While 
he  felt  reasonably  certain  that  he  would  be  chosen  over 
Erskales  at  the  next  conclave,  he  was  watching  every 
opportunity  to  strengthen  his  position  in  the  good 
graces  of  Deioces.  Our  dropping  into  Baleria,  and 
the  strange  happenings  that  so  quickly  followed, 
opened  new  possibilities  to  Saranaces,  and  his  cunning 
brain  immediately  began  to  plan  for  his  own  profit. 
This  was  the  beginning  of  his  plotting  against  us.  I 
am  the  only  aspirant  for  Deioces'  throne.  He  feels 
reasonably  sure  that  I  would  advocate  Cracillies  for 
Erskales'  position,  therefore,  should  I  by  some  stroke 
of  fortune  dethrone  Deioces,  his  honors  would  be  short 

lived.     It   would   be   of   tremendous   benefit   to  himself 

132 


CAMBYSES  RETURNS  133 

to  dispose  of  me,  because  this  not  only  would  make  cer 
tain  his  promotion,  but  it  would  also  place  Deioces 
under  lifelong1  obligations  to  him  for  removing  the 
greatest  nightmare  that  has  ever  disturbed  his  slum 
bers." 

"  To  this  end  Saranaces  took  his  sister,  Saluciea, 
into  his  confidence,  only  to  the  extent  of  allowing  her 
to  believe  that  my  capture  would  result  in  my  being  ex 
pelled  from  Little  Ironia.  It  had  not  occurred  to  her 
that  my  being  caught  in  her  company  was  worse  than 
high  treason.  Her  actions  betrayed  this." 

"  That  coincides  with  my  beliefs  exactly,"  said 
Cambyses. 

"  But  things  have  changed  now,"  continued  Cyaxares. 
"  We  escaped  and  Saluciea  fell  a  victim  to  her  own 
brother's  plot.  Sooner  or  later,  if  not  now,  Deioces 
must  know  of  the  sad  ending  of  Saluciea,  and  I  am 
wondering  what  the  effect  will  be  upon  Saranaces'  for 
tunes,  for  there  is  some  mysterious  tie  between  his 
family  and  Deioces.  It  must  be  of  grave  importance, 
else  Cracillies  would  have  told  us,  for  he  undoubtedly 
knows." 

"  I  have  a  feeling  that  the  two  princesses  are  not 
safe,  as  matters  now  stand.  I  should  like  to  know 
more  of  this  mother  of  Saranaces,  of  whom  King 
Astyages  spoke.  She  may  be  in  a  position  to  betray 
the  whole  situation,"  said  Cambyses. 

"  And  for  that  very  reason,  Cambyses,  I  suggest 
that  you,  after  placing  guards  in  every  highway  lead 
ing  toward  Ironia,  select  some  good  men  and  secretly 
return  to  the  caverns  of  Crail,  and  advise  Cracillies 
of  what  we  have  done,  and  learn  from  him  any  new 
developments  that  have  occurred  there  since  our  leav- 
ing." 


134  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

"  I  fear  that  we  are  overlooking  the  serious  phase 
of  the  whole  matter,  Cyaxares.  Suppose  that 
Saranaces,  recognizing  that  war  between  Deioces  and 
Astyages  and  the  Holy  Crater  is  inevitable,  should  at 
tempt  to  return  the  two  princesses  to  their  respective 
homes,  thereby  taking  credit  to  himself  for  their  res 
cue  from  Deioces  in  order  to  gain  the  good-will  of 
Astyages  and  the  Sapor,  would  that  not  create  a  sin 
gular  complication  ?  " 

"  For  that  very  reason  all  the  passes  must  be  fully 
guarded.  Not  one  person  must  be  permitted  to  pass 
into  Ironia,  and  every  person  coming  out  must  be  de 
tained  for  your  inspection  and  judgment.  Only  our 
inspired  news  must  reach  Baleria  and  Deioces.  From 
day  to  day  some  trusted  messenger  must  circulate 
among  the  people  that  which  we  wish  said  to  them 
against  Deioces,  and  news  must  go  direct  to  Deioces 
to  vex  and  incense  him  into  declaring  war  upon 
Astyages.  He  must  do  this  to  cover  up  the  real  cause 
of  war,  which  he  knows  must  come.  I  am  depending 
upon  this,  more  than  any  other  thing,  to  draw  his 
declaration  of  war  the  moment  he  can  gather  the  full 
sense  and  meaning  of  the  strange  situation  surround 
ing  him.  Astyages  must  get  the  credit  for  all  these 
strange  disappearances.  Word  must  go  to  Deioces 
that  the  two  princesses  have  been  returned  to  their 
homes,  and  every  possible  chance  of  a  leak  from  the 
caverns  of  Crail  must  be  stopped." 

"  You  may  leave  all  that  to  me,"  replied  Cambyses. 
"  I  will  place  a  signal  corps  in  position  to  keep  me  in 
touch  with  your  movements  until  you  are  within  Little 
Ironia,  with  all  retreats  for  Deioces'  army  cut  off.  I 
swear  that  I  will  have  Deioces'  army  outside  the  passes 
in  thirty  days,  therefore  quick  action  on  your  part  is 


CAMBYSES  RETURNS  135 

necessary.  But  I  was  about  to  ask  you,  how  about 
Cracillies?" 

"  Cracillies  is  my  father's  lifelong  friend ;  he  is  a 
different  clay  from  Saranaces ;  his  father  before  him 
was  of  noble  birth.  The  maps  he  made  for  me  attest 
his  sincerity ;  not  even  Saranaces  is  aware  of  their  ex 
istence." 

"  Well,  there  is  a  possibility  of  Saranaces'  betray 
ing  to  Deioces  the  hiding-place  of  the  young  princesses, 
and  of  his  attempting  to  recover  them,"  said  Cambyses. 

"  And  thus  bring  annihilation  upon  Ironia.  You 
forget  the  terms  of  the  triple  alliance.  These  young 
women  are  now  the  wards  of  the  Holy  Church,  and 
Deioces  dare  not  make  a  demand  for  them,  unless  he 
be  a  madman.  It  is  not  fear  of  Deioces'  acts  that 
causes  me  to  desire  their  presence  there  to  remain  a 
secret.  It  is  to  keep  Deioces  guessing,  and  to  pre 
vent  his  attempting  surreptitiously  to  capture  them 
upon  their  leaving  the  protection  of  Crail,"  explained 
Cyaxares. 

The  next  morning  Cyaxares,  accompanied  by 
Cimetus,  a  high  official  of  King  Astyages'  court,  and 
by  a  splendid  retinue,  set  out  for  the  Holy  Crater,  the 
seat  of  the  Sapor,  the  King1  of  Kings.  It  meant  many 
days  of  hard  travel  and  a  camp  life  equal  to  the  emer 
gencies  of  war. 

It  was  said  that  the  Sapor,  by  a  single  tap  of  a 
silver  gong,  could  bring,  armed  and  equipped  for  war, 
a  million  fanatical  soldiers.  All  Asia  had  a  fear  and 
dread  of  hearing  that  fateful  sound. 

Cambyses  a  few  hours  later  gave  to  his  captains 
their  instructions,  and  Ironia  was  a  sealed  book.  He 
established  a  secret  rendezvous  as  his  headquarters,  to 
which  every  person  coming  from,  or  attempting  to  pass 


136  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

into,  Baleria  was  to  be  brought  for  his  inspection. 
The  mountain  house  of  Regules  was  put  under  military 
restraint. 

Taking  twelve  picked  men,  besides  his  three  trusty 
guardsmen,  Cambyses  went  directly  to  the  spot  where 
was  the  mountain  outlet  to  the  caverns  of  Crail.  Hep- 
tes  was  given  charge  of  the  men,  with  instructions  to 
keep  wholly  in  concealment,  and  to  intercept  any  one 
coming  out  of,  or  attempting  to  pass  into,  the  caverns, 
unless  it  be  Cracillies  himself. 

Taking  with  him  Kapies  and  Candes,  he  went  to  the 
spot  where  they  had  formerly  concealed  the  priestly 
garbs,  which  they  now  brought  out  and  donned. 
Then  he  passed  down  the  trail  and  toward  the  city 
of  Baleria.  Desiring  to  enter  the  city  at  a  later  hour, 
upon  reaching  the  bridge  they  concealed  themselves  in 
the  reeds  and  watched  the  occasional  passers. 

Two  muffled  figures  were  seen  hurrying  from  the  di 
rection  of  the  caverns  of  Crail.  Their  suspicious  ac 
tions  attracted  Cambyses'  attention,  and  singly  he  and 
his  men  trailed  them.  It  did  not  require  much  time  to 
vindicate  his  suspicions,  for  the  two  men  went  directly 
to  the  house  where  Saluciea  and  Scala  had  their  ren 
dezvous. 

Half  an  hour  later  the  men  emerged.  One  was  car 
rying  a  package  and  was  attempting  to  draw  his  cowl 
over  his  face.  It  was  Saranaces.  The  other  had  dis 
carded  his  priestly  garb,  and  now  appeared  in  a  dandi 
fied  court  dress.  He  carelessly  threw  over  his  shoul 
ders  a  long,  brown  cloak.  They  paused  for  a  moment, 
then  started  away  in  opposite  directions.  Suddenly 
the  priest  returned,  placed  the  package  inside  the  lat 
tice,  and  hurried  after  the  younger  man.  Motioning 
Candes  to  follow,  Cambyses  sprang  quickly  inside  the 


CAMBYSES  RETURNS  137 

lattice  and  shook  open  the  package,  allowing  the  con 
tents  to  fall  upon  the  floor.  Seizing  a  rug  he  threw 
it  into  the  robe  and  refolded  it,  barely  having  time  to 
replace  it  where  Saranaces  had  left  it,  and  again  get 
into  concealment. 

The  priest  returned,  picked  up  the  package,  and 
hurried  away.  Candes  reported  to  Cambyses  that 
Saranaces  had  called  to  the  younger  man,  saying, 
"  Come  out  through  the  gate  in  the  wall."  Then  he 
came  back  for  his  package.  It  was  now  of  the 
gravest  importance  for  some  quick  action  to  be  taken. 
Cambyses'  mind  was  working  like  a  windmill.  Bid 
ding  his  men  follow,  he  removed  his  priest's  robe, 
quickly  overtook  Saranaces,  and  cast  it  over  his  head. 
Lifting  the  priest  in  his  great  strong  arms,  they 
slipped  back  through  the  dark  street  to  the  house, 
kicked  open  the  light  inner  door,  and  deposited  his 
burden  upon  the  floor.  Then  he  proceeded  to  tie  him, 
hand  and  foot.  Saranaces  could  not  guess  who  his 
captors  were.  Heptes  was  left  to  watch  him  while 
Cambyses  and  Candes  hurried  to  the  door  in  the  dead- 
wall  back  of  the  palace. 

For  nearly  an  hour  they  lurked  in  the  shadows, 
keeping  a  surveillance  over  the  door.  Cambyses  grew 
fearful  that  a  mistake  had  been  made.  It  was  very 
possible  that  the  man  would  not  come  that  night.  The 
warning  might  have  meant  any  time.  But  now  the 
door  was  opening.  Yes,  it  was  he.  From  beneath  his 
cloak  he  took  a  package,  and  placed  it  upon  the 
ground  to  enable  him  properly  to  close  and  lock  the 
door.  Then  he  picked  up  his  package  and  started  on 
his  way. 

Cambyses  instructed  Candes  to  hasten  to  the  house, 
hide  behind  the  lattice,  and  seize  and  muffle  him, 


138  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

should  he  return  there,  and  he  himself  would  follow 
to  make  sure  that  he  did  not  go  elsewhere. 

The  man  returned  directly  to  the  house,  with  Cam- 
byses  close  upon  his  heels.  As  he  entered  the  veranda 
the  tremendous  weight  of  Candes  crumpled  him  up 
like  a  reed,  and  he  was  quickly  muzzled.  It  was  all 
done  so  quietly  that  Saranaces  was  unaware  of  the 
second  capture.  Cambyses  instructed  his  men  to  keep 
them  separated,  and  to  make  their  way  to  the  bridge, 
their  feet  having  been  freed  to  enable  them  to  walk. 
Each  was  told  that  the  least  outcry,  or  attempt  to 
escape,  would  mean  instant  death.  He  himself  rolled 
up  the  first  contents  of  Saranaces'  package,  tucked 
both  packs  under  his  arms,  and  followed  closely  after 
them.  He  made  no  attempt  to  examine  the  contents 
of  the  packages,  but  he  knew  that  they  contained 
some  valuable  evidence  of  some  kind. 

He  was  overjoyed  at  this  night's  success.  He  had 
accomplished  in  a  few  hours  what  might  have  required 
weeks  to  do.  The  same  remarkable  luck  seemed  to  at 
tend  Cyaxares'  cause.  He  had  gone  to  the  city  in 
tending  to  prowl  about  and  learn  what  he  could  about 
Saluciea,  for  in  his  mind  her  death  would  prove  an 
important  political  event.  He  knew  that  for  a  small 
piece  of  silver  the  beggars  infesting  the  fountains 
would  give  him  all  the  latest  gossip.  On  the  follow 
ing  day  he  intended  to  make  his  way  into  the  caverns. 
This  changed  their  plans. 

Without  accident  they  reached  the  bridge  beyond 
which  lay  safety.  Before  daylight  they  were  again  at 
the  mountain  entrance  to  the  caverns.  Their  prison 
ers  were  scarcely  able  to  stand  upon  their  feet  after 
the  fatiguing  trip  up  the  rough  mountain  trail. 
They  were  kept  blindfolded  and  each  ignorant  of  the 


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other's  presence.  All  were  permitted  to  rest  till  day 
light  came. 

Taking  the  two  packages  to  a  secluded  spot  Cam- 
byses  opened  them.  He  laughed  heartily  as  he  viewed 
the  contents  of  the  first  one.  It  plainly  told  the  story 
of  Saranaces'  disloyalty  to  Cyaxares.  It  was  un 
doubtedly  his  intention  secretly  to  restore  the  two 
young  princesses  to  their  people.  There  were  riding- 
boots  for  a  man  and  a  woman,  and  the  usual  woman's 
riding  costume,  formerly  the  property  of  Saluciea. 
There  were  gloves  and  bonnet,  beautifully  embroidered 
with  gold  lace  and  silk,  fit  for  a  princess.  The  man's 
boots  bore  the  crest  and  name  of  Deioces. 

"  Ha,  ha,  it  would  be  dangerous  to  go  galloping 
through  the  caverns  of  Crail,  and  I  hardly  believe  one 
would  be  permitted  to  take  a  daily  ride  in  the  gar 
dens,  therefore  I  must  conclude  that  some  fair  lady 
was  to  be  escorted  over  the  mountain  trails.  But 
why  only  one,  I  wonder,  and  which  one?  I  shall  as 
sume  that  it  is  the  one  that  will  bring  the  earliest  good 
fortune  to  Saranaces,  and  that  would  be  Almareta. 
Now,  let's  see  what  secret  is  wrapped  in  this 
mournful  black  cloth.  It  felt  as  if  it  weighed  a  ton 
before  I  arrived  here." 

Upon  removing  the  outer  cloth  Cambyses  uttered  an 
exclamation  of  surprise  as  he  stared  at  a  magnificently 
wrought  treasure  chest,  made  of  hand-beaten  silver, 
and  inlaid  with  golden  flowers,  fruits,  and  birds.  The 
handles  were  solid  gold.  Across  its  top,  from  corner 
to  corner,  wrought  in  sparkling  gems,  glowed  the 
name  "  Saluciea." 

Lying  with  this  box  was  a  smaller  one  of  plain 
beaten  silver.  It  contained  a  gentleman's  gold- 
mounted  toilet  set.  Examining  the  box  more  closely 


140  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

he  found  something  to  give  him  a  shock.  There,  in 
almost  invisible  inlaid  gold,  was  the  name  "  Claudies." 

The  plot  was  plain;  Saranaces  had  bribed  the  out 
cast  son  of  Astyages  to  bring  away  from  the  palace 
the  rich  jewels  of  Saluciea,  and  Claudies  was  to  use 
the  return  of  his  sister,  Almareta,  as  a  means  of  again 
getting  into  the  good  graces  of  his  father.  Claudies 
had  been  a  hanger-on  about  Deioces'  palace  for  some 
time. 

What  a  fortunate  stroke  this  was ;  surely  Baleria 
was  Cyaxares'  lucky  spot.  The  embarrassing  plot 
had  been  nipped  at  a  critical  moment,  and  the  danger 
ous  Saranaces  was  now  sure  to  be  put  out  of  the  way. 
As  long  as  he  was  at  large  he  was  an  extremely  dan 
gerous  quantity. 

Upon  attempting  to  open  the  treasure  box  Cam- 
byses  found  it  locked.  He  bade  Candes  to  search 
Claudies,  and  bring  to  him  all  that  he  found  on  his 
person. 

Claudies  fought  strenuously  against  what  he 
termed  this  indignity,  nevertheless  he  was  searched  to 
the  very  marrow,  and  Candes  placed  before  Cambyses 
the  key  to  the  chest,  a  large  key  for  opening  the  door 
in  the  palace  wall,  some  rings  and  trinkets,  some  rare 
lace  handkerchiefs  bearing  the  crest  of  Deioces,  and  a 
doubly  sealed  packet. 

Cambyses  quickly  opened  the  chest  and  peered 
within.  The  richest  gems  that  he  had  ever  looked 
upon  were  there,  not  only  those  belonging  to  Saluciea 
but  many  rare  pieces  belonging  to  Deioces.  In  the 
bottom  of  the  chest  was  a  cloth-lined  compartment, 
completely  filled  with  gold  and  silver  coins. 

With  a  grunt  of  satisfaction  Cambyses  closed  the 
chest,  carefully  concealed  it,  and  then  examined  the 


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packet.  It  was  addressed  on  the  outside  to  Astyages, 
and  bore  the  seals  of  the  Holy  Church  and  of  the  Holy 
State.  Breaking  it  open,  he  found  that  it  contained 
letters  made  on  parchment.  One  was  a  letter  to 
Astyages,  written  by  Saranaces.  Cambyses  smiled  as 
he  read: 

"  To  his  most  holy  Majesty,  King  Astyages,  ruler  over 
Persis  and  royal  party  to  the  triple  alliance,  greetings: 

"  With  a  contrite  heart  and  an  oppressive  sense  of  grave 
duty,  I  address  myself  to  the  most  generous  King  Astyages 
on  matters  of  great  importance,  insomuch  as  I  declare  to 
his  Majesty  the  perfect  safety  under  my  care  of  his  daugh 
ter,  who  has  been  in  recent  peril. 

"  As  I  myself  am  a  man  of  peace,  I  urge  as  condonement 
for  my  mentioning  matters  that  may  stir  deep  anger  in  your 
generous  heart  the  heinous  nature  of  the  offense.  It  would 
be  nothing  short  of  criminal  for  me  to  conceal  the  truth 
and  facts. 

"  I  deplore  the  necessity  of  having  to  mention  the  name 
of  one  whose  father  was  once  my  sovereign,  my  benefactor, 
and  my  friend,  but  I  shall  tell  the  whole  truth,  and  in 
telling  it  I  shall  express  to  your  Majesty  those  things  that 
are  corroding  my  heart  from  long  suppression  for  want  of 
a  consistent  right  to  address  your  Majesty  on  so  serious  a 
subj  ect. 

"  King  Deioces  is  a  despot,  and  at  heart  a  vile,  bad  man. 
He  conceived  the  idea  of  abducting  your  daughter,  and  the 
daughter  of  the  Sapor,  for  his  own  vile  and  lustful  purposes, 
believing  that  he  could  do  this  secretly,  and  without  dis 
covery. 

"  It  is  shocking  to  have  to  relate  this,  but  it  is  true.  The 
Prince  Cyaxares,  son  of  Phraortes,  and  his  henchman, 
Cambyses,  whose  father  was  your  bitter  enemy,  engaged  for 
a  reward  to  perpetrate  this  crime  for  Deioces,  and  suc 
ceeded  so  far  as  to  bring  both  the  young  princesses  to 
Baleria.  By  the  most  fortunate  circumstance  I  had  the 


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honor  to  learn  of  this  diabolical  plot  before  they  could  re 
port  their  presence  to  Deioces.  I  intercepted  them,  and  on 
the  day  of  the  annual  pilgrimage  to  the  shrine  of  the  Holy 
State,  when  they,  during  the  excitement  of  the  festivities, 
were  to  smuggle  their  victims  into  the  palace,  I  had  the 
house  in  which  they  were  concealed  surrounded  and  kept  it 
under  constant  guard,  preventing  their  removal.  I  have 
declared  them  wards  of  the  holy  trinity,  and  have  thus 
thwarted  Deioces  from  making  demands  for  them. 

"  Fearing  an  equally  odious  outrage,  should  their  beastly 
captors  be  left  alone  in  the  house  with  them,  I  have  secretly 
conveyed  them  to  the  gardens  of  Crail  where  they  have 
every  care  and  comfort,  awaiting  the  will  of  your  Majesty. 
They  in  the  meantime  are  under  the  protection  of  my  own 
mother,  the  matron  of  the  priestesses  of  Crail,  and  shall  so 
remain  until  your  Majesty  may  send  a  proper  escort  to  con 
vey  them  away  from  our  caverns. 

"  I  have  entrusted  this  communication  to  your  son 
Claudies,  who,  with  a  contrite  and  penitent  heart,  craves 
your  forgiveness,  and  I  humbly  add  my  prayers  to  his 
petition.  He  feels  the  deep  humiliation  of  the  outrage  on 
the  part  of  Deioces,  and  of  his  equally  guilty  agents,  and 
he  prays  that  he  may  be  designated  by  you  to  escort  his 
sister  to  safety. 

"  I  must  report  a  most  unfortunate  circumstance  in  this 
connection.  Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  had  confederates  in 
hiding,  and  these  pounced  upon  my  guards  and  released 
their  masters,  who  fled  Baleria,  and  will  doubtless  carry 
to  your  Majesty  some  plausible  story  to  free  themselves 
from  their  unenviable  situation. 

"  I  have  the  utmost  confidence  in  Claudies.  He  will 
guide  your  messenger  to  me,  and  I  will  return  your  daugh 
ter  to  your  Majesty. 

"'  I  am  loyal  to  the  triple  alliance ;  I  am  loyal  to  the  Holy 
Church,  and  I  am  obedient  to  your  Majesty's  will.  I 
pledge  you  the  friendship  of  the  priests  of  Crail. 

"  SARANACES/' 


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The   second  document  read: 

"  Saranaces : 

"  The  pact  between  the  Holy  State  and  the  Holy  Church 
specifically  demands  that  we  stand  together  in  the  defense 
of  morality  and  righteousness.  I  am  shocked  beyond 
measure  at  this  outrageous  and  high-handed  affair.  I  can 
no  longer  hold  the  same  respect  for  our  sovereign,  who  thus 
shows  himself  so  devoid  of  shame  and  common  decency. 
Neither  can  I  condone  an  affront  of  this  heinous  character 
against  the  other  sovereigns  of  the  triple  alliance.  As  for 
the  fiends  that  have  aided  in  this  crime,  'tis  but  justice  that 
they  be  captured  at  the  earliest  time,  and  turned  over  to 
the  tender  mercies  of  his  Majesty,  King  Astyages.  I  and 
all  the  powers  of  my  high  office  are  at  your  command  in  the 
correction  of  this  terrible  mistake  that  reflects  discredit 
alike  upon  both  branches  of  our  alliance  until  full  correc 
tion  and  contrite  apologies  are  made. 

"  Let  us  pray  that  it  may  not  bring  upon  us  a  justifiable 
war. 

"  I  am  loyal  to  the  triple  alliance ;  I  am  loyal  to  the  union 
of  State  and  Church,  and  I  am  your  obedient  servant  and 
friend,  ERSKALES/' 

As  Cambyses  read  these  outrageous  documents  his 
anger  knew  no  bounds.  It  was  Saranaces'  plot. 
Erskales  knew  nothing  of  it.  Moreover,  it  was  evi 
dently  the  purpose  to  smuggle  Scala  out  of  the  caverns, 
and  to  permit  her  to  flee  with  Claudies  to  the  city  of 
Aspahan.  It  was  of  the  gravest  importance  to  hold 
both  the  men  prisoners,  and  to  keep  each  ignorant  of 
the  capture  of  the  other.  The  absence  of  any  mention 
of  Cracillies'  name  was  suggestive  that  he  was  in  no 
manner  connected  with  Saranaces'  plotting.  What  the 
final  purpose  of  the  plot  was  could  only  be  conjectured. 
But  Deioces  had  once  made  himself  king  while 


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Phraortes  was  at  war;  why  then  could  not  Saranaces 
emulate  Deioces'  example?  He  had  in  his  message 
condemned  both  Deioces  and  Cyaxares ;  who  could  he 
have  in  mind  to  take  their  places? 

What  greater  piece  of  good  fortune  could  have  hap 
pened  than  the  capture  of  these  culprits  and  these  dan 
gerous  documents?  Cambyses  swore  that  this  secret 
method  of  warfare  was  the  most  effective  that  he  had 
ever  seen  to  terrify  and  demoralize  an  enemy. 

Cracillies  must  be  communicated  with  at  once.  It 
was  essential  that  no  mistake  be  made  at  this  critical 
stage  of  the  game.  He  sent  Heptes  and  Candes  into 
the  caverns  with  instructions  to  follow  the  slashes  which 
they  had  formerly  made  with  their  knives,  and  to  reach 
Cracillies  with  an  urgent  message  to  come  at  once  to 
him.  It  would  have  been  suicidal  for  the  two  men  to 
attempt  to  reach  the  inner  garden  in  the  absence  of 
the  marks  upon  the  walls.  Cambyses'  wily  precaution 
had  quickly  borne  fruit.  An  hour  passed,  then  an 
other,  and  no  word  came  back.  Finally,  Cambyses 
could  be  patient  no  longer.  Placing  Kapies  with  a 
strong  guard  over  his  prisoners  and  the  treasure,  he 
with  four  strong  men  took  flambeaux  and  entered  the 
caverns. 

They  had  proceeded  more  than  half  the  distance 
when  they  heard  the  clatter  and  clash  of  arms,  and 
above  it  all  the  roar  of  Heptes'  voice  cursing  his  ene 
mies. 

Rushing  toward  the  tumult,  they  were  surprised  to 
find  four  husky  priests  holding  Heptes  and  Candies  at 
bay  with  strong  staffs,  while  other  priests  were  piling 
stones  in  a  narrow  entrance  as  if  to  conceal  it.  Hur 
rying  to  the  rescue,  Cambyses  and  his  fresh  men  soon 
had  the  priests  in  retreat.  Together  with  the  other 


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priests  they  fled  away  into  the  darkness  of  a  lateral 
branch  of  the  cave. 

The  stones  being  removed,  they  found  lying  upon 
the  floor  a  muffled  figure,  bound  hand  and  foot.  Cut 
ting  his  bonds  and  releasing  the  prisoner,  Cambyses 
was  astonished  to  find  that  it  was  Cracillies  himself, 
who  explained  that  only  these  few  of  the  priests  were 
in  revolt  and  in  sympathy  with  Saranaces,  who  was 
by  some  mysterious  influence  free,  and  was  carrying 
forward  some  dastardly  plot,  for  he  had  succeeded  in 
capturing  and  smuggling  into  the  lower  labyrinth 
Erskales,  who  was  now  chained  to  the  walls  of  the 
well-hole.  It  was  this  discovery  on  his  part  that  had 
caused  the  guilty  priests  to  set  upon  him,  and  had 
not  Cambyses  come  to  his  rescue  at  this  critical  time 
he  would  have  perished  at  their  hands. 

Fearful  for  the  safety  of  the  princesses,  Cambyses 
inquired  regarding  them. 

Cracillies  explained  that  Scala  had  been  given 
greater  liberty  than  it  was  intended  that  she  should 
have,  and  it  was  his  belief  that  Saranaces  had  either 
given  her  her  liberty,  or  was  concealing  her  with  that 
purpose  in  view.  At  least  she  could  not  be  found. 
It  was  while  searching  for  her  that  he  had  discovered 
Erskales. 

He  had  immediately  called  a  council,  and  it  was 
decided  to  bar  Saranaces  from  again  entering  the 
caverns.  It  was  impossible  to  determine  who  were  the 
traitors  without  swearing  the  priests  individually. 
As  false  swearing  in  the  order  was  punishable  by 
branding  and  banishment,  in  order  to  avoid  this  dan 
ger,  sixteen  of  the  priests  refused  to  come  out  of  the 
caverns,  thereby  confessing  their  guilt.  They  were 
sworn  out  of  the  society  of  the  priests  of  Crail. 


146  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

Cracillies  alone  went  in  search  of  them.  Eight  had 
willingly  returned!  with  him,  and  they  were  now  chained 
in  the  well-hole.  But  the  others  were  bolder,  had  cap 
tured  Cracillies,  and  were  caught  walling  him  up  alive 
to  die  of  hunger  and  thirst.  These  eight  priests  were 
now  themselves  prisoners  in  the  cave  into  which  they 
had  fled.  They  must  surrender  or  starve. 

The  young  princesses  were  safe,  having  been  taken 
from  the  charge  of  the  matron. 

The  insurrection  now  being  in  hand,  it  was  essential 
that  Erskales  be  placed  under  closer  confinement,  but 
given  better  comforts,  to  prevent  every  possible  oppor 
tunity  of  his  escaping  and  going  to  Deioces  for  re 
dress,  which  would  reveal  some  kind  of  plot  against  the 
State. 

Faulius,  Zinkara,  and  Crecies  were  closely  confined 
in  secret  cells.  Cracillies  must  be  trusted  to  carry  into 
rigid  execution  all  these  essential  details,  even  to  the 
restraint  of  the  superior,  whom  Cracillies  now  admit 
ted  was  Saranaces'  mother.  Trincules,  having  inad 
vertently  boasted  of  having  helped  Saranaces  in  the 
capture  of  Erskales,  was  himself  placed  in  the  same 
chains. 

Leaving  his  men  to  wall  up  the  entrance  to  the  lat 
eral  cave,  into  which  the  renegade  priests  had  fled, 
Cambyses  conducted  Cracillies  to  the  outer  entrance, 
and  showed  him  the  documentary  evidence  of  Saranaces' 
treachery.  The  aged  priest  was  amazed  at  the  du 
plicity  of  his  former  associate. 

"  Cyaxares'  cause  is  sure  of  success,"  he  declared  to 
Cracillies.  "  Astyages  has  issued  orders  of  war. 
Under  my  command,  as  Astyages'  captain  general, 
every  pass  into  Ironia  is  blocked.  Cyaxares  is  now  on 
his  way  to  the  Holy  Crater  as  the  special  ambassador 


CAMBYSES  RETURNS  147 

of  Astyages.  .  .  .  And  now,  my  dear  Cracillies, 
I  speak  for  Cyaxares.  When  he  becomes  king  of 
Ironia,  you  will  be  the  head  of  the  Holy  State,  and  at 
last  there  will  be  harmony  between  the  State  and  the 
Church.  I  heard  him  say  so,  and  I  will  pledge  my  life 
upon  his  keeping  his  word.  It  is  for  you  to  remem 
ber  that  you  are  not,  like  Saranaces,  attempting  by 
intrigue  to  advance  your  fortunes  and  ambitions. 
You  are  by  the  logic  of  events  promised  a  high  posi 
tion  of  honor  upon  your  own  merits.  You  know  the 
people,  their  wants,  their  needs,  their  sufferings ;  you 
are  the  logical  leader  of  a  justifiable  revolution. 
They  will  follow  you  at  a  word,  Cracillies.  Will  you, 
in  the  cause  of  reform,  lead  your  people  against 
Deioces  the  moment  that  war  is  on,  and  that  you  re 
ceive  word  from  Cyaxares  to  strike?  " 

Cracillies  had  listened  attentively  to  this  earnest  ap 
peal,  but  betrayed  no  undue  excitement.  As  Cambyses 
ceased  speaking,  he  calmly  replied: 

"  I  am  already  pledged  to  the  people  and  to  the 
cause  of  Cyaxares.  Believing  that  Saranaces  was 
loyal,  and  knowing  that  he  had  long  been  considered 
the  accepted  candidate  for  Erskales'  position,  no 
thought  of  personal  reward  had  entered  my  mind.  I 
can  assure  you,  without  promise  of  reward,  that  the 
moment  that  I  receive  advices  to  do  so,  I  shall  take 
Baleria  and  surround  Deioces'  palace  to  protect  it 
from  vandalism.  I  have  arms  for  more  than  two 
thousand  men.  You  may  so  inform  Cyaxares."  There 
seemed  no  doubt  of  his  sincerity. 

"  I  know  that  Cyaxares  sincerely  trusts  in  you,  Cra- 
cillies.  There  is  more  hypocrisy,  false  pretense,  and 
betrayal  in  politics  than  in  any  other  calling,  therefore 
absolute  confidence  is  a  rare  jewel.  I  bring  that  jewel 


148  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

to  you  from  our  future  sovereign.     Let  us  treasure  it." 

The  priest  bowed  his  head  in  response. 

"  I  will  now  give  you  another  surprise."  Then  lift 
ing  the  cover,  he  asked,  "  What  do  you  think  of  that 
loot?" 

"  Why,  what  is  this  ?  "  exclaimed  Cracillies,  in 
greater  excitement  than  he  had  yet  displayed. 

Cambyses  related  the  facts. 

"And  Saranaces  and  Claudies,  where  are  they?" 

"  They  are  there.  Each  is  ignorant  of  the  other's 
capture.  I  have  not  had  time  to  question  them.  You 
shall  have  the  pleasure  of  listening.  Conceal  your 
self  there,"  and  Cambyses  ordered  Saranaces  brought 
before  him. 

The  prisoner  was  sullen  and  ugly,  but,  upon  behold 
ing  before  him  the  terrible  Cambyses,  he  palpably 
weakened.  He  had  expected  to  see  Erskales  as  his 
captor. 

Exhibiting  the  riding-habit  and  boots,  Cambyses  de 
manded  to  know  the  meaning  of  them. 

This  seemed  so  trivial  to  Saranaces  that  his  courage 
returned. 

"  And  is  this  sufficient  cause  for  your  making  me  a 
prisoner,  and  subjecting  me  to  all  the  tortures  that 
you  have?  "  he  asked,  with  a  fine  scorn. 

Ignoring  this  reply,  Cambyses  asked, 

"  Who  was  your  companion  previous  to  your  deten 
tion  last  night?  " 

"  A  palace  servant,  in  my  confidence.  I  had  him 
bring  to  me  Saluciea's  riding-habit  to  make  it  appear 
that  she  had  fled  the  city  with  Erskales.  For  she  is 
gone.  He  could  not  bring  them  all  at  one  time,  and 
he  returned  to  bring  Saluciea's  treasure  box." 

A  feeling  of  horror  went  through  Cambyses  as  he 


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realized  that  this  fiend  was  using  his  dead  sister  for 
the  advancement  of  his  own  political  fortunes.  He 
had  found  her  dead,  and  had  not  guessed  the  truth. 
Concealing  her,  he  now  sought  to  profit  by  her  absence 
from  the  palace;  this  was  his  conclusion. 

"Erskales!     Would  he  himself  not  refute  this?" 

Saranaces  was  either  trapped,  or  else  was  doing 
some  remarkably  clear  thinking,  when  he  coolly  re 
plied  : 

"  After  Cyaxares  had  taken  his  departure,  Erskales 
openly  declared  to  me  that  he  believed  the  priests  of 
Crail  had  aided  Cyaxares  in  the  abduction  of  Paulius, 
demanding  the  right  to  search  the  caverns.  Feeling 
certain  that  he  was  acting  solely  upon  his  own  initia 
tive,  hoping  to  fasten  suspicion  upon  me,  I  instructed 
him  to  send  trusted  persons  to  make  the  search.  He 
himself  with  three  priests  came  to  the  grotto,  and  I 
felt  it  was  for  the  good  of  our  cause  to  detain  him, 
and  he  is  now  a  prisoner  in  the  labyrinth.  Had  I 
permitted  him  to  escape  he  surely  would  have  betrayed 
us  to  Deioces." 

"  Does  Cracillies  know  of  Erskales'  presence  in  the 
labyrinth?  " 

"  As  much  as  I  dislike  to  say  it,  I  deem  it  wise  to 
keep  as  much  from  Cracillies  as  possible.  I  believe 
him  to  be  a  traitor,  and  while  he  is  not  actually  under 
restraint,  I  have  taken  the  responsibility  of  preventing 
his  leaving  the  caverns,  being  fearful  of  betrayal  at 
his  hands,"  bravely  declared  the  priest,  evidently  be 
lieving  that  he  was  on  safe  grounds. 

Cambyses  could  hardly  suppress  a  laugh. 

"  You  ordered  Cracillies  detained?  "  asked  Cambyses, 
simulating  great  surprise. 

"Yes." 


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"  What  reason  had  you  for  believing  him  disloyal 
to  us?" 

"  I  found  him  in  secret  communication  with  the  pal 
ace." 

"  Who  was  his  accomplice  ?  " 

"  Claudies,  son  of  Astyages." 

"  Do  you  know  this  Claudies  ?  " 

"  No,  I  have  never  seen  him  but  once,  when  he  was 
pointed  out  to  me  as  Cracillies'  accomplice.  I  have  at 
court  a  confidential  servant  who  knows  all  that  tran 
spires  there.  He  informed  me  that  Cracillies  was  pre 
paring  to  have  Saluciea  flee  with  Scala.  Having 
Erskales  secure,  I  decided  to  place  the  blame  upon  him 
as  an  excuse  for  his  disappearance.  This  was  my  rea 
son  for  securing  her  riding  outfit  and  treasure  box," 
and  he  looked  earnestly  at  Cambyses. 

"  Then  you  did  secure  her  treasure  box  ?  " 

"  No,  my  servant  had  returned  for  it  when  I  was 
abducted.  I  presume  he  has  it  secreted,  and  is  now 
greatly  alarmed  and  puzzled  about  my  disappear 
ance." 

"Saluciea  —  where  is  she?" 

"  She  is  in  seclusion.     I  do  not  care  to  say  where." 

"And  Scala?" 

"  I  suspect  that  Cracillies  has  her  concealed  some 
where.  She  has  disappeared." 

The  straightforwardness  and  plausibility  of  this  con 
fession  astonished  Cambyses,  and  had  he  not  been  in 
possession  of  indisputable  evidence  of  Saranaces'  per 
fidy,  he  would  surely  have  been  puzzled. 

"  You  deny  positively  that  you  are  disloyal  to  the 
cause  of  Cyaxares?  "  said  Cambyses. 

"  With  all  my  heart ;  I  have  never  been  so  deeply 
outraged.  I  was  the  friend  of  Cyaxares'  father,  and 


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I  cannot  believe  that  his  son  would  sanction  this  insult 
to  me." 

Cambyses  laughed,  then  roared: 

"  Cyaxares  knows  nothing  of  this,  else  your  head 
would  not  now  be  upon  your  shoulders,  Saranaces. 
You  are  the  most  despicable,  yet  plausible,  scoundrel 
that  ever  breathed.  Look  here !  "  and  Cambyses  un 
covered  Saluciea's  treasure  box. 

"  Well?  "  demanded  Saranaces,  hoping  against  hope. 

"  Well !  "  thundered  Cambyses,  "  what  about  this 
damnable  message  to  Astyages?  " 

Saranaces  had  played  his  game  to  the  end.  He  was 
now  ready  to  drop  to  the  earth. 

"  Take  him  away,"  commanded  Cambyses. 

When  he  was  out  of  sight  and  hearing,  Cambyses 
ordered  Claudies  brought  to  him. 

Claudies  was  brought  forward,  and,  believing  that 
he  alone  was  a  prisoner,  made  a  clean  breast  of  it. 

The  plot  was  Saranaces'.  Scala  and  Claudies  were 
to  flee  the  country.  Saluciea  had  disappeared,  and 
Saranaces  was  to  circulate  the  story  that  she  had  fled 
with  Erskales.  He  would  at  once  become  head  of  the 
Holy  State.  He  would  dispose  of  Cracillies,  assume 
power  over  the  priests  of  Crail,  and  incite  war  and 
revolution  with  the  view  of  declaring  himself  dictator, 
should  the  opportunity  present  itself.  He  would  court 
the  friendship  of  Astyagesi  and  the  Sapor  by  returning 
the  young  princesses. 

Claudies  declared  the  alleged  letter  by  Erskales 
was  a  forgery  written  by  him  at  the  dictation  of 
Saranaces.  He  admitted  that  he  was  concealed  in  the 
house  in  Baleria,  and  had  overheard  a  quarrel  between 
Cracillies  and  Saranaces,  in  which  the  former  openly 
accused  the  latter  of  disloyalty.  Saranaces  demanded 


152  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

to  know  at  once  where  Cracillies  had  concealed  Saluciea. 

Claudies  had  been  acting  as  a  courier  between  the 
palace  and  the  Holy  State,  therefore  knew  much  about 
Deioces'  plans,  which  he  frankly  revealed.  Deioces 
had  confessed  to  Saranaces,  and  the  latter  had  advised 
the  king  to  declare  war  against  Astyages  at  once,  for 
many  causes,  in  order  to  anticipate  Astyages,  and  to 
alleviate  the  disgrace  of  the  grave  charges  that  the  lat 
ter  would  bring  against  him. 

Deioces  would  take  the  field  within  the  month. 

Evidently  Saranaces  had  concealed  from  Claudies 
the  truth  regarding  Saluciea,  for  he  was  totally  ig 
norant  of  the  tragic  occurrence  in  the  house,  and 
knew  nothing  of  her  present  location.  He  assumed 
that  Saranaces,  in  the  furtherance  of  his  plot,  had 
spirited  her  away. 

That  was  sufficient;  Cambyses  had  Claudies  again 
concealed,  while  he  confronted  Saranaces  with  Cra 
cillies.  The  latter  was  almost  overcome  with  sorrow 
when  he  saw  the  humiliation  of  his  once  trusted  col 
league.  But  not  so  with  Saranaces.  He  cursed  and 
raved  at  his  unfortunate  predicament. 

It  was  decided  to  confine  closely  the  two  prisoners 
within  the  caverns.  Cracillies  was  also  to  take  charge 
of  the  treasure  casket,  and  to  conceal  it  until  a  suit 
able  disposition  of  it  could  be  made.  Candes  with 
two  guards  accompanied  Cracillies,  taking  the  casket 
and  Saranaces  with  them. 

Cambyses  was  about  to  instruct  other  guards  to 
follow,  when  a  cry  arose,  and  Claudies  was  seen  fleeing 
down  the  mountain  trail  toward  Baleria,  with  the 
guards  tumbling  over  one  another  to  overtake  him. 
They  sent  a  shower  of  stones  after  him,  twice  bring 
ing  him  down.  Each  time,  however,  he  staggered  to 


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his  feet  and  kept  going,  and  it  was  plain  to  be  seen 
that  he  had  escaped.  Cambyses  roared  in  impotent 
rage  when  the  last  guard  returned  without  him. 

Sending  word  in  to  Cracillies  of  the  disaster,  and 
to  instruct  the  guards  to  follow,  he  and  his  men  made 
all  haste  to  leave  the  dangerous  locality,  not  knowing 
what  Claudies  might  be  able  to  bring  upon  them, 
should  they  remain  there. 

At  the  frontier  Cambyses  established  a  perfect  sys 
tem  of  signal  corps  stations,  extending  almost  to  Der- 
bend  pass,  in  order  to  keep  in  touch  with  the  events 
that  would  follow  Cyaxares'  visit  to  the  Holy  Crater. 
Cracillies  in  the  meantime  was  carefully  agitating 
Baleria,  and  carrying  out  a  plan  of  vexing  Deioces 
into  an  active  campaign  against  Astyages. 


CHAPTER  IX 

CYAXAllES    AT    THE    COURT    OF    THE    SAPOR 

A3  he  journeyed  toward  the  Holy  Crater  Cyaxares 
pondered  over  his  coming  trials.  This  was  no 
child's  play,  this  seeking  to  incite  to  war  the  great  mys 
tery  of  Asia,  the  Sapor,  King  of  Kings,  and  ruler 
over  an  hundred  million  people.  Ordinary  kings  of 
that  period  were  eccentric  and  arbitrary,  doing  unex 
pected  and  inconsistent  things  on  the  impulse  of  the 
moment.  What  might  be  expected  of  a  ruler  of  whom 
the  world  knew  so  little?  He  himself  was  known  to 
be  without  country,  and  without  reputation  or  fame. 
As  an  advocate  of  the  restoration  of  his  father  to  his 
throne,  he  could  be  thought  an  adventurer,  aside  from 
his  now  being  an  ambassador  of  Astyages.  He  must 
depend  wholly  upon  his  native  wit,  and  upon  the  se 
riousness  of  the  message  that  he  brought  to  the  Sapor. 

It  had  been  said  that  no  ambassador  had  been  per 
mitted  to  look  upon  the  sacred  person  of  the  Sapor  in 
half  a  century,  therefore  his  curiosity  arose  as  he 
neared  the  frontier  of  the  Holy  Crater,  as  indicated 
by  more  frequent  signs  of  travelers.  Coming  to  a 
wide,  green  plateau,  upon  which  were  seen  grazing  nu 
merous  domestic  animals,  sleepy  and  lazy  from  plenti 
ful  feeding,  it  was  decided  to  stop  there  for  the  night, 
a  party  to  be  sent  forward  to  reconnoiter  the  country 
into  which  they  were  entering. 

Dismounting,  they  permitted  their  jaded  animals  to 

lave  their  panting  sides  in  the  cooling  mountain  stream, 

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then  picketed  them  to  partake  of  the  succulent  grass 
of  the  meadow.  Spreading  their  tents  they  ate  their 
own  frugal  meal,  and  were  soon  wrapped  in  restful 
slumber. 

Even  before  they  had  breakfasted  the  next  morning 
a  large  body  of  splendidly  accoutered  horsemen,  ac 
companied  by  the  men  that  they  had  sent  forward, 
rode  to  their  camp. 

They  were  dark,  heavily  bearded,  and  excessively 
large  men,  all  as  large  as  Cyaxares  himself.  They 
were  armed  cap-a-pie,  and  their  horses  were  covered 
with  blankets  of  dull  mail.  They  carried  long  spears, 
oval  shields,  and  short  swords. 

After  proper  salutations,  their  leader  joined  Cyax 
ares  in  his  tent,  where  they  breakfasted  together. 
The  chieftain  informed  Cyaxares  that  he  would  escort 
him  and  his  party  to  the  Holy  Crater. 

Within  the  hour  they  were  on  their  way,  the  chief 
tain,  Cyaxares,  and  the  special  official  from  Astyages' 
court  riding  in  advance  of  the  main  body.  They  came 
to  a  high  promontory,  overlooking  a  wide  valley,  cov 
ered  with  cultivated  fields.  Here  and  there  could  be 
seen  men  and  animals  moving.  Streams  of  clear 
mountain  water  wound  about,  watering  the  lands, 
which  were  regularly  and  tastefully  separated  into 
tracts.  The  vineyards  and  orchards  even  encroached 
upon  the  lower  mountain  sides  and  foot-hills. 

Cyaxares  suitably  expressed  his  admiration  of  the 
appearance  of  the  country  as  they  passed  along  the 
crest,  comparing  it  with  a  bird's-eye  view  of  the  plains 
of  Little  Ironia.  This  was  on  a  much  grander  scale 
and  of  a  more  definite  form,  being  surrounded  by  a 
circle  of  grayish  mountains  with  the  inner  edge  as 
clean-cut  as  a  wedding  ring.  Directly  in  the  center 


156  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

of  the  valley  was  a  clear  lake  of  water  of  goodly  di 
mensions. 

"The  Holy  Crater?"  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  No,"  smilingly  replied  the  chief.  "  This  is  the 
land  of  the  Naobians.  There  are  sixty  of  these  snug 
valleys  surrounding  the  Holy  Crater." 

Higher  and  higher  they  climbed  up  the  mountain 
until  the  great  valley  below  became  but  undulating 
waves  of  green.  A  quick  turn  brought  them  out  upon 
a  narrow,  rocky  plateau,  barely  large  enough  to  ac 
commodate  the  whole  body  of  mounted  men. 

There  was  a  very  noticeable  change  in  the  charac 
ter  of  the  surrounding  mountain  walls.  There  was  an 
aspect  of  artificiality,  which  at  first  was  puzzling,  but 
upon  close  inspection  it  was  seen  that  its  whole  face 
was  a  series  of  artificially  constructed  terraces  and 
galleries,  doubtless  intended  for  purposes  of  protec 
tion  in  time  of  warfare. 

"  We  must  dismount  here,  we  can  go  no  farther  upon 
our  horses.  They  and  your  men  will  be  well  and  com 
fortably  provided  for.  You  and  your  companion 
alone  may  accompany  me,"  said  the  chieftain. 

Traversing  a  queerly  constructed  road  for  some  dis 
tance,  they  approached  the  face  of  the  cliff  and 
climbed  a  steep,  narrow  stairway,  cut  in  the  solid  stone, 
upwards  for  an  hundred  feet  to  a  stone  platform. 

Four  stalwart  guards  challenged  the  party  here. 
After  a  brief  parley  a  tremendous  stone  was  turned 
upon  a  pivot,  and  a  passageway  was  opened  for  them 
to  pass  into  the  mountain. 

After  the  ponderous  stone  door  had  closed  behind 
them,  it  seemed  that  they  were  in  total  darkness,  but 
gradually  the  light  of  day  became  visible  at  the  other 
end  of  the  passage.  The  way  spread  out,  fan-shaped, 


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as  they  advanced,  and  at  intervals  openings  along  the 
sides  suggested  other  branches.  What  nature  had 
done  in  the  caverns  of  Crail  seemed  puny  and  crude 
compared  with  that  which  had  here  been  wrought  by 
the  hand  of  man.  Cyaxares  was  overawed  by  the  sense 
of  cold,  impregnable  strength  as  betrayed  by  these 
hand-hewn  caves,  and  the  inscrutable  power  over  it  all, 
as  suggested  by  the  automatic,  emotionless  challenges 
that  met  them  from  time  to  time.  Strength  and 
power,  the  growth  of  ages,  were  carved  in  every  line. 
The  hard,  harsh  voices  of  the  guards,  and  the  clank 
of  their  armor,  seemed  chained  to  the  very  granite 
walls.  Against  such  power  resistance  seemed  useless. 
Dead  silence  seemed  to  resent  their  presence  there.  A 
feeling  of  despondency  came  over  Cyaxares,  as  they 
clanked  their  way  through  these  ancient  halls  of  mys 
tery.  What  did  the  great  beyond  contain? 

Emerging  from  the  passage  they  were  standing  at 
the  outer  edge  of  a  wide  terrace  looking  down  upon  a 
beautiful  garden,  not  unlike  the  gardens  of  Crail.  A 
double  gallery  extended  around  the  entire  space,  half 
of  which  was  uncovered,  while  the  other  half  was  cut 
back  under  the  walls,  with  many  arched  connections 
between  the  inner  and  outer  spaces.  With  his  knowl 
edge  of  the  habits  of  the  priests  of  Crail,  Cyaxares 
quickly  conjectured  that  this  was  a  similar  home  for 
the  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater,  the  inner  or  protected 
gallery  being  for  use  in  periods  of  inclement  weather. 
The  blue  sky  seemed  to  come  down  so  close  that  it 
might  almost  be  touched. 

As  they  passed  along  the  gallery,  priests  began  to 
peer  out  at  them  from  the  arches.  They  were  sur 
prisingly  like  the  priests  of  Crail  in  garb  and  stature, 
but  where  the  former  had  smooth  faces  these  men  of 


158  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

meditation  wore  beards,  queerly  platted  in  many  little 
rope-like  thongs,  which  almost  covered  their  chests. 
This,  with  their  great  shock  of  hair,  gave  them  an 
ancient  appearance.  Their  faces  were  soft,  kindly, 
and  highly  intelligent,  yet,  due  doubtless  to  the  infre- 
quency  of  such  events,  they  plainly  betrayed  eager 
curiosity  regarding  the  strangers  within  their  caves. 

The  gardens  looked  well  cultivated,  and  tastefully 
arranged,  the  sweet  fragrance  of  the  flowers  rising  even 
to  these  galleries.  The  same  deathlike  silence  pre 
vailed. 

By  a  series  of  graduated  trails  the  party  was  finally 
conducted  to  the  gardens  below,  where  a  number  of 
very  aged  priests  accosted  them.  It  was  made  known 
that  Cyaxares  was  an  ambassador  extraordinary,  who 
had  credentials  to  present  to  the  high  priest  of  the  Holy 
Crater. 

"  Does  the  world  without  not  know  that  the  high 
priest  of  the  Holy  Crater  is  the  Sapor?  "  asked  the 
speaking  priest. 

"  Of  all  the  people  in  the  world  the  person  charging 
me  to  deliver  this  message  has  the  best  right  person 
ally  to  communicate  with  the  Sapor.  My  instruc 
tions  are  for  me  to  deliver  the  packet  into  the  hands 
of  the  inner  high  priest,  who  will  understand,  and  will 
immediately  take  me  into  the  presence  of  the  Sapor." 

At  this  speech  by  Cyaxares,  all  the  priests  raised 
their  hands  in  unfeigned  amazement,  and  shook  their 
heads.  Evidently  this  surprise  was  transmitted  to  the 
galleries  above,  for  now  the  outer  edge  swarmed  with 
the  bearded  priests,  whispering  and  gesticulating. 

It  was  very  suggestive  of  that  form  of  hysterical 
panic  that  seizes  upon  people  whose  even  tenor  of  life 
is  not  often  disturbed.  The  form  that  it  would  as- 


sume  in  the  end  was  uncertain,  but  they  kept  coming, 
and  their  voices  could  now  be  plainly  heard  below. 

One  of  the  elder  priests  looked  up  at  the  excited  men 
in  the  gallery,  raised  his  hand  with  the  palm  upward, 
and  all  sounds  immediately  ceased,  and  the  priests 
gradually  withdrew  themselves  from  sight. 

The  party  was  now  bidden  to  wait  until  some  in 
structions  could  be  had  from  within  the  Holy  Crater. 
They  were  conducted  to  a  comfortable  resting-place, 
and  wine  and  viands  were  placed  before  them,  intimat 
ing  that  it  would  require  some  time. 

The  chief  of  guards  explained  that  Cyaxares'  mis 
sion  was  an  unusual  one,  and  the  priests  hardly  knew 
how  to  proceed.  It  was  because  Cyaxares'  first  mes 
sage  came  from  the  Holy  Church  in  Ironia,  and  espe 
cially  from  its  head,  Cracillies,  that  he  had  been  first 
conducted  to  the  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater. 

It  was  an  hour  before  any  word  came.  Then  he 
alone  was  conducted  to  what  appeared  to  be  a  smooth, 
blank  wall.  Slowly  it  receded,  leaving  a  large  square 
opening  directly  through  the  wall,  which  was  about 
fifty  feet  in  thickness.  The  effect  was  the  most 
startling  thing  that  Cyaxares  had  ever  seen.  He  was 
looking  into  a  new  world  beyond,  a  glorious  picture 
surrounded  by  a  rustic  frame,  the  sides  of  the  opening. 
The  shimmer  of  a  golden  city,  of  palaces  beyond  de 
scription,  momentarily  blinded  his  eyes.  Here,  surely, 
was  the  secret  of  the  Holy  Crater ;  here  was  wealth  un 
heard  of  in  the  outer  world;  why  tempt  the  greed  of 
nations  by  allowing  the  eyes  of  their  ambassadors  to 
feast  upon  it,  then  take  back  with  them  stories  to 
whet  the  teeth  of  conquest  and  adventure?  It  was  in 
deed  a  wise  precaution.  He  was  not  permitted  to 
ponder  long.  A  powerful  man  of  tremendous  size, 


160  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

accompanied  on  either  side  by  guards  with  shining 
spears,  lowered  for  action,  stepped  into  the  opening 
and  motioned  for  him  to  enter.  Without  a  word  the 
great  warrior  turned  about,  and  Cyaxares  followed 
him  down  through  a  long  line  of  grim  soldiers  clad  in 
dead  mail,  half  concealed  behind  huge  shields,  and  with 
spears  advanced. 

Here  were  form  and  discipline  such  as  Cyaxares  had 
never  witnessed  before.  It  made  his  very  flesh  creep. 
He  felt  it  would  be  a  terrible  thing  to  look  into  the 
face  of  the  great,  mysterious  Sapor,  whose  mind  in 
spired  this  unyielding  formality.  It  had  no  human 
semblance.  Brave  man  that  he  was,  he  for  a  moment 
had  grave  doubts,  not  unmingled  with  an  unnameable 
fear,  the  fear  that  is  in  every  man's  heart,  of  the  un 
known,  the  mysterious.  The  Sapor  had  inspired  the 
whole  civilized  world  with  this  same  fear.  This  very 
thought  was  inspiring.  The  hot  blood  came  welling 
up  into  Cyaxares'  cheeks.  He  too  was  born  to  be  a 
king;  he  would  not  disgrace  his  inheritance.  No,  not 
even  the  King  of  Kings  should  inspire  him  with  fear. 
He  would  face  the  Sapor  as  he  had  faced  Deioces.  He 
would  pit  his  personality  against  that  of  any  ruler  and 
see  if,  after  all,  every  man  is  not  a  king  when  his 
cause  is  righteous.  He  felt  strong,  erect,  and  as  stolid 
and  austere  as  the  harshest  soldier.  It  fitted  him  well, 
with  these  strange  surroundings. 

He  was  conducted  along  the  inevitable  hand-hewn 
gallery,  which  could  be  seen  winding  and  twisting  about 
the  almost  perpendicular  walls  that  surrounded  the 
Holy  Crater.  It  needed  no  one  to  tell  him  that  he  was 
in  the  sacred  precinct  of  the  Sapor.  His  conductor 
never  turned,  and  he  heard  the  steady  clank,  clank  of 
soldiers  marching  behind  him,  as  they  gradually  de- 


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scended  down  an  incline  until  they  were  barred  by  a 
high  granite  wall.  The  things  that  he  had  observed 
by  cautious  glances  were  almost  fearful  in  their 
grandeur.  Miles  upon  miles  of  this  broad,  even  gal 
lery  traversed  the  steep  sides  of  the  crater.  Every 
foot  of  the  low  safety  wall,  extending  along  its  edges, 
was  a  gem  of  artistic  carving.  Untold  quantities  of 
flowers  and  blooming  plants  and  shrubs  beautified  the 
way  on  both  sides.  A  splendid  view  of  palaces,  or 
nately  bedecked  with  gold  and  silver,  and  apparently 
wholly  constructed  of  onyx,  filled  the  crater,  which  was 
about  one  mile  in  diameter. 

Huge  bronze  gates,  inlaid  with  gold  and  silver, 
opened,  and  Cyaxares  found  himself  transferred  to  the 
care  of  another  military  escort.  Like  men  of  stone  the 
soldiers  stood  while  the  noble  young  ambassador  was 
placed  in  a  gorgeous  palanquin,  and  lifted  to  the  shoul 
ders  of  strong  Ethiopians  to  be  carried  in  state  to 
the  palace  of  the  Sapor.  He  was  prepared  for  sur 
prises  and  his  fine,  mobile  countenance  no  longer  be 
trayed  the  emotions  raging  within. 

Before  entering  the  holy  city  he  had  removed  his 
heavy  military  cloak  and  stood  bareheaded  in  his  court 
dress  of  richly  embroidered  silk,  by  all  odds  the  hand 
somest  specimen  of  noble  young  manhood  that  any  one 
there  had  ever  seen.  There  was  a  marvelous  contrast 
between  his  auburn  curls  and  the  jet  black  shocks  and 
dark  faces  about  him.  All  paid  him  deep  respect  in 
accord  with  his  good  appearance.  From  some  mys 
terious  source  the  word  had  been  passed  that  this  ex 
traordinary  man  had  something  in  common  with  their 
own  great  sovereign.  This  caused  the  highest  digni 
taries  to  show  him  marked  deference. 

Cyaxares  could  not  judge  of  the  external  appear- 


162  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

ance  of  the  Sapor's  palace  because  he  was  hurried  into 
a  covered  passageway  to  emerge  into  an  antechamber 
of  greatest  simplicity.  The  walls  were  of  cold  gray 
stone  and  the  furnishings  stiff,  unsightly,  and  uncom 
fortable.  Here  he  was  waited  upon  by  priests  of  the 
higher  order,  attached  to  the  Sapor's  household. 
They  were  all  aged,  wise-looking  men. 

"  I  am  arch-arbiter  of  the  Sapor's  household,"  said 
the  spokesman. 

"  I  am  Cyaxares,  son  of  Phraortes,  and  ambassador 
extraordinary  from  Astyages,  king  of  Persis.  I  also 
bear  a  message  from  Cracillies,  head  of  the  Holy 
Church  of  Ironia,  and  a  most  urgent,  personal  message 
from  one  in  whom  your  sovereign  has  a  close  personal 
interest.  Its  confidential  nature  forbids  my  divulging 
its  import  until  I  have  carried  it  as  nearly  directly  to 
the  great  Sapor  as  your  laws  and  customs  will  permit. 

"  I  wish,  first,  to  bring  greetings  from  King 
Astyages,  and  from  the  Holy  Church  of  Ironia,  to  the 
Church  and  State  of  the  Holy  Crater,  and  then  crave 
the  blessing  of  your  sovereign." 

"  Well  spoken,"  exclaimed  the  high  pontiff.  "  Do 
these  messages  relate  to  one  subject,  or  may  some  of 
them  be  discharged  independently?" 

"  The  most  urgent,  and  the  one  upon  which  all  the 
others  have  a  direct  bearing,  is  the  confidential  message 
to  the  Sapor,"  replied  Cyaxares.  "  I  prefer  to  hold  a 
confidential  audience  with  the  Sapor's  closest  individual 
adviser  before  presenting  the  message,  because  of  its 
extraordinary  and  important  nature." 

The  priests  held  a  whispered  conference  for  a  few 
moments,  then  the  pontiff  bade  Cyaxares  follow,  and 
passed  into  a  long,  marble  corridor  that  led  to  an 
other  wing  of  the  palace.  There  were  no  intimations 


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of  greater  luxury  than  he  had  already  seen,  and  he  mar 
veled  at  this  simplicity,  bordering  upon  poverty  or 
stinginess,  in  the  heart  of  a  city  built  of  gold.  He  had 
no  time  to  ponder  the  mystery. 

"  A  courteous  bow  is  all  that  is  required  of  you," 
said  the  priest,  and  he  tapped  a  silver  gong  suspended 
by  a  cord  from  the  ceiling. 

A  door  slowly  opened,  and  revealed  a  low,  square 
room  lighted  by  only  a  small  silver  lamp.  An  Ethio 
pian  servant  quickly  lighted  other  lamps. 

"  Wotan,"  said  the  priest,  and  quickly  withdrew. 
Cyaxares  bowed  low. 

The  man  was  swathed  in  silken  garments  of  some 
singular  construction  to  give  him  a  fat,  pudgy  appear 
ance.  He  was  lying  at  full  length  upon  a  low  divan 
made  of  luxurious  pillows  of  richly  embroidered  stuff. 
The  gondola-like  ends  of  the  divan  seemed  to  be  made 
of  solid  beaten  gold,  as  was  quite  every  other  article  of 
furniture  in  the  room.  From  many  unexpected  places 
flashed  gems  of  incalculable  value.  In  the  center  of 
his  forehead  flashed  an  immense  ruby  attached  to  his 
head  by  a  wide  band  of  colored  silk. 

He  exhibited  no  emotion  when  Cyaxares  was  pre 
sented.  He  did  not  offer  him  any  of  the  comforts  of 
the  room.  He  merely  lay  with  his  body  propped  by 
his  arm,  and  calmly  surveyed  the  young  man  from  head 
to  foot.  At  a  single  movement  of  his  head,  the 
Ethiopian  knelt  at  his  side.  In  some  unknown  jargon 
he  made  known  his  desires.  The  servant  brought  a 
silver  tray,  and,  kneeling  before  Cyaxares,  extended  it 
toward  him.  As  eloquent  as  words  this  act  requested 
him  to  present  his  credentials  to  Wotan. 

Cyaxares  hesitated,  and  prepared  to  speak.  The 
figure  upon  the  divan  instantly  arose  to  a  half-sitting 


164  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

posture,  fire  flashed  from  his  sunken  eyes,  and  he 
fiercely  pointed  to  the  tray.  Cyaxares  calmly  placed 
thereon  the  message  that  Madrilla  had  given  him  to 
deliver.  The  servant  again  knelt  before  Wotan,  and 
presented  the  sealed  message. 

Wotan  broke  the  seal,  and  began  reading.  In  a 
moment  his  face  blanched  to  a  chalky  whiteness.  He 
dashed  off  the  be  jeweled  headband,  smote  a  gong  that 
hung  suspended  near  him,  and  instantly  four  stalwart 
Ethiopians  ran  into  the  room,  picked  up  the  divan  as 
a  litter,  and  awaited  orders.  Again  he  struck  the  gong, 
and  they  replaced  the  litter  upon  the  floor,  and  left 
the  room;  he  had  changed  his  mind.  The  servant 
again  presented  the  tray,  and  Cyaxares  placed  thereon 
the  messages  from  Cracillies  and  from  Astyages.  He 
seemed  to  be  playing  for  time. 

Wotan  was  satisfied.  He  had  hesitated  to  accredit 
Cyaxares,  but  he  was  now  convinced  of  the  grave  im 
portance  of  the  messages.  His  whole  demeanor 
changed.  A  gray  pallor  had  settled  upon  his  face  as 
if  he  anticipated  some  great  sorrow  or  calamity. 

At  a  motion  the  servant  placed  a  pillow  beneath  him, 
and  gradually  raised  him  to  a  sitting  position,  prop 
ping  him  securely.  Cyaxares  saw  that  he  was  a 
paralytic. 

The  servant  then  summoned  a  sage-looking  priest 
from  an  adjoining  room,  who  bowed  to  Cyaxares  as 
he  entered,  but  showed  little  reverence  for  Wotan.  He 
looked  closely  at  his  eyes,  then  felt  his  hands.  Drop 
ping  a  powder  into  a  glass  of  wine,  he  held  it  to  his 
lips  until  he  had  swallowed  it.  A  fit  of  palsy  had  sud 
denly  rendered  him  perfectly  helpless. 

In  a  few  moments  he  recovered  the  use  of  his  hands 
sufficiently  to  gather  up  the  parchments,  then  he  again 


CYAXARES  AT  COURT  OF  THE  SAPOR     165 

struck  the  gong.  Again  the  slaves  appeared,  lifted 
the  litter,  and  awaited  orders. 

Motioning  Cyaxares  to  his  side,  he  took  his  hand 
and  gave  signs  that  the  slaves  understood.  A  door  was 
opened,  and,  clinging  to  Cyaxares'  hand,  Wotan  was 
carried  into  the  great  tomblike  audience  chamber  of  the 
Sapor. 

"  Bow  down  to  the  great  King  of  Kings,"  said  a  deep 
voice  from  some  hidden  part  of  the  room. 

There  it  sat,  a  huge  stone  image.  Wotan  pointed 
to  it,  and  conveyed  to  Cyaxares  that  he  must  pay 
homage  to  it.  And  Cyaxares,  still  wondering,  bent 
his  knee  to  the  king  of  stone. 

In  bewilderment  he  looked  at  Wotan  as  the  only 
source  of  an  explanation.  There  was  a  rustling, 
cracking  sound,  and  the  stone  image  rolled  away,  and 
a  horrifying  sight  met  his  gaze.  Wotan  found  his 
voice,  and  uttered  the  only  words  that  he  could  speak, 

"  The  Sapor." 

He  pressed  Cyaxares  forward  toward  the  horrible 
creature,  and  the  slaves  withdrew  from  the  room  with 
the  litter. 

Cyaxares  was  alone  with  the  Sapor. 

What  was  it?  It  was  made  of  parchment.  It  sat 
blinking  at  him  with  its  inhuman  eyes.  Yet  it  was, 
or  had  been,  human  in  its  time.  The  parchmentlike 
skin  glistened  over  the  bones  of  the  forehead  and 
cheeks.  The  lips  had  ceased  to  close  over  fanglike 
teeth.  During  the  years  that  it  had  sat  in  a  great 
chair  of  solid  ivory,  its  fingers,  with  long  clawlike 
nails,  had  worn  away  the  ends  of  the  arms  of  the  chair 
with  their  constant  tapping.  The  same  was  true  of 
the  footboard,  where  could  be  seen  two  gnarled  and 
twisted  feet  with  their  long  claws  constantly  digging  at 


166  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

the  ivory.  A  simple,  well-worn  purple  gown,  without 
ornamentation  of  any  kind,  was  its  only  garment. 

On  either  side  of  the  throne  lay  a  great  vicious  dog 
with  hair  like  straw  and  with  mane  bristling  like  wire. 
Their  fangs  were  constantly  shown  in  a  snarl  of  ready 
anger.  They  were  held  by  chains  attached  to  heavy 
copper  collars  and  passed  through  rings  in  the  floors. 
The  chains  were  then  held  by  two  enormous  Ethiopian 
slaves,  as  black  as  night ;  their  bodies  were  wholly  nude. 

Cyaxares  was  so  overcome  at  this  unexpected  sight 
that  he  had  no  thought  of  the  courtesies  due  a  sov 
ereign,  but  stood  spellbound  and  gazing  at  the  awful 
being.  But,  if  he  thought  this  death's  head  was  speech 
less  and  without  intelligence,  he  was  quickly  undeceived. 

"  I  am  the  Sapor !  "  and  it  shook  the  long,  whiplike 
hair  that  fell  over  its  shoulders.  The  voice  was  unmis 
takably  that  of  a  woman,  and  carried  a  wonderful 
resonance  that  filled  the  room. 

Instinctively  Cyaxares  advanced  a  pace,  and  bent  his 
knee  to  the  Sapor., 

"  Make  known  your  mission,"  said  the  Sapor,  and 
the  blinking,  starlike  eyes  flashed. 

He  held  in  his  hands  the  messages  that  Wotan  had 
handed  back  to  him  upon  leaving  the  room. 

"  I  have  here  a  confidential  message,  the  contents  of 
which  I  do  not  know.  I  was  bidden  to  bring  it  here  and 
deliver  it  into  the  hands  of  the  inner  high  priest,  who 
would  present  it  to  your  Majesty.  Shall  I  give  it 
you  ?  " 

"Yes.     No!     Read  it." 

Cyaxares  advanced  toward  the  ivory  throne,  un 
folded  Madrilla's  message,  and  began  reading  it : 

"  Unto  my  royal  mother  I  send  greetings  and  affection. 


CYAXARES  AT  COURT  OF  THE  SAPOR     167 

"  This  message  will  be  presented  by  a  nobleman,  Prince 
Cyaxares,  son  of  Phraortes.  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and 
present  safety.  Trust  him  as  I  do — " 

The  Sapor  had  arisen,  and  was  standing1  upon  the 
foot-board  of  her  ivory  chair,  eagerly,  wildly  leaning 
forward  to  listen. 

"  Go  on !  "  she  screamed,  her  face  distorted  with  pas 
sion. 

"  The  escort  that  was  to  meet  me  did  not  come.  Our 
train  was  captured  by  bandits,  and  we  were  held  prisoners. 
I  have  learned  that  Deioces,  king  of  Ironia,  purchased  me 
and  Almareta,  daughter  of  King  Astyages,  and  had  us 
brought  to  Baleria.  Prince  Cyaxares  rescued  us  from) 
Deioces'  palace,  and  conveyed  us  to  the  caverns  of  Crail, 
and  we  are  prisoners,  but  with  friends.  We  cannot  safely 
be  taken  away  from  Crail.  Entrust  to  Prince  Cyaxares  our 
rescue.  Grant  him  soldiers  for  our  safe  escort,  as  you  love 
me,  my  royal  mother.  He  will  bear  credentials  from  Cra- 
eillies,  head  of  the  Holy  Church  of  Ironia,  also  from  King 
Astyages,  of  Persis. 

"  Again  I  send  you  love  and  affectionate  greetings. 

"  MADRILLA." 

A  loud  scream  resounded  throughout  the  room,  and 
then  she  called: 

"  Wotan  !     Wotan !  " 

Snatching  a  stick  off]  a  small  table  she  struck  a  large 
gong,  again  and  again  screaming :  "  Wotan ! 
Wotan !  " 

The  very  walls  seemed  to  open,  and  the  room  was 
filled  with  soldiers,  with  their  spears  presented  in  a  cir 
cle  about  Cyaxares.  The  two  great  dogs  were  tug 
ging  and  straining  at  their  chains  and  baying1  up 
roariously.  It  was  a  terrible  moment  for  Cyaxares. 


168  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

"Go  away!  I  want  Wotan.  Where  is  Wotan?  " 
and  she  waved  the  soldiers  back,  and  they  disappeared 
from  the  room.  "  Zirkan,  where  is  Wotan  ?  "  she  de 
manded  of  a  dignified,  priestly  individual  who  had 
entered  the  room. 

Zirkan  made  obeisance,  and  replied, 

"  Your  Majesty,  Wotan  is  dead,  having  passed  away 
but  a  few  moments  ago." 

"  Coward.  He  knew  his  fate.  Call  a  council  at 
once.  I  shall  wait  here." 

Zirkan  bowed  himself  out  of  the  room. 

"  Come  here.     I  want  to  place  my  hands  upon  you." 

Cyaxares  stepped  forward,  and  attempted  to  bend 
his  knee  to  the  Sapor,  but  she  cried,  "  Arise." 

She  stood  upon  the  foot-board,  placed  her  parchment 
claws  upon  his  arms,  then  stroked  his  curls  and  mum 
bled  incoherently. 

Suddenly  she  exclaimed: 

"  You  are  a  man.  I  will  give  my  kingdom  for 
Madrilla's  safe  return  to  me,"  and  she  lay  in  a  de 
jected  heap  in  her  well-clawed  ivory  chair,  with  tears 
falling  over  her  thin  yellow  cheeks. 

"  May  I  speak,  your  Majesty?  "  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  Yes." 

"  Then  let  me  implore  of  you  the  honor  of  bringing 
back  to  you  your  beloved  daughter,  without  promise  of 
reward.  I  pledge  my  life  to  restore  her  to  you  in 
safety." 

"  I  believe  you,  but  wait."     She  was  calm. 

Zirkan  entered  accompanied  by  twelve  men,  one  bear 
ing  a  huge  law-book. 

Then  the  Sapor  spake: 

"  Wotan  is  dead.  Zirkan  is  high  priest  of  war. 
Record  it  and  obey  his  commands.  Zirkan,  put  under 


CYAXARES  AT  COURT  OF  THE  SAPOR     169 

arms  an  army.  We  will  call  a  Holy  War  against 
Deioces.  Call  a  war  council.  Got  Remain  here, 
Zirkan,  and  you,"  pointing  to  Cyaxares. 

In  less  than  twenty  minutes  Cyaxares'  breath  was 
taken  away  by  the  elder  priest  reentering  the  room, 
making  obeisance,  and  announcing  that  one  hundred 
thousand  soldiers  were  under  arms,  and  awaiting  orders. 

Here  was  lightning  preparation  for  war  with  a 
vengeance.  Cyaxares  at  once  perceived  that  he  had 
pulled  the  world  down  upon  himself  unless  he  could  have 
a  voice  in  the  council. 

The  great  stone  image,  like  a  live  thing,  silently  drew 
back  into  its  place,  and  the  Sapor  disappeared  from 
view. 

Twelve  men  came  slowly  into  the  room  while  two  giant 
Ethiopian  slaves  brought  in,  and  placed  upon  a  stone 
table,  a  huge  volume  of  manuscript. 

Zirkan  waved  one  of  the  men  to  a  seat  at  his  left,  and 
bade  Cyaxares  take  a  seat  near  his  right. 

After  some  mysterious  rites,  Cyaxares  was  bidden  to 
make  known  all  the  facts,  which  he  did,  only  reserving 
such  parts  as  he  thought  might  be  detrimental  to  his 
plans.  Then  inj  eloquent  terms  he  said: 

"  I  plead  for  further  hearing  that  I  may  make  plain 
to  the  powers  of  the  Holy  Crater  the  sole  and  only 
responsibility  for  this  outrage.  The  Holy  Church  in 
the  three  signatories  of  the  triple  alliance  are  a  unit 
in  the  desire  for  universal  peace ;  Astyages  is  not  only 
friendly  with  the  Holy  State  of  the  Sapor,  but  is  an 
equal  victim  in  this  horrid  affair;  the  priests  of  Crail 
are  wholly  in  accord  with  the  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater ; 
all  the  surrounding  countries  are  friendly  to,  and  en 
joying  with,  Persis  a  period  of  great  prosperity,  and 
consequent  progression  and  national  happiness.  The 


170  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

agrarians  of  Ironia  are  living  in  constant  fear,  and  are 
driven  as  abject  slaves.  The  people  of  the  city  of 
Baleria  are  irresponsible,  and  in  no  wise  associated  with 
this  vile  conduct  on  the  part  of  Deioces. 

"  Therefore,  Deioces  alone  must  be  punished.  The 
destruction  of  his  army  of  thirty  thousand  soldiers 
should  be  the  ultimate  and  only  purpose  of  your  war 
plans.  All  others  are  innocent  and  are  friendly  to  the 
Holy  Crater. 

"  Deioces'  army  will  be  upon  the  plains  in  front  of  the 
city  of  Aspahan  by  the  time  an  avenging  army  from  the 
Holy  Crater  can  reach  there.  Then,  I  pray  you,  send 
only  a  sufficient  army  to  annihilate  Deioces,  and  do  it 
so  quickly  that  the  people  at  large  will  not  be  aroused 
and  shocked  into  the  belief  that  a  general  holy  war  is 
upon  them.  I  shall  make  known  to  your  high  priest  of 
war  other  matters  of  importance." 

At  this  juncture  the  stranger  at  the  left  of  Zirkan 
made  known  a  desire  to  speak.  Cyaxares  deferentially 
gave  way  to  him. 

He  was  a  young  man,  well  dressed,  but  soiled  by 
travel.  His  shifting  eyes  and  cunning  aspect  fore 
warned  Cyaxares  of  some  unexpected  danger.  He  was 
not  of  the  Holy  Crater,  yet  he  was  permitted  to  enter 
into  this  council,  or  at  least  was  here  to  be  heard. 

Bending  a  keen,  sarcastic  look  upon  Cyaxares,  he 
said: 

"  And  who  is  this  man  that  thus  eloquently  slanders 
the  great  founder  of  the  triple  alliance  ?  —  None  other 
than  the  pretender  to  Deioces'  throne.  By  what 
authority  does  he  come  here  as  a  representative  of  Asty- 
ages?  Custom  has  made  it  a  law,  and  the  triple  alli 
ance  specifically  declares,  that  a  man  to  speak  for  a 
state  or  ruler,  as  special  envoy,  must  be  a  legal  subject 


CYAXARES  AT  COURT  OF  THE  SAPOR     171 

of  that  ruler.  This  man  is  a  subject  of  no  ruler,  a 
citizen  of  no  country,  and  owes  allegiance  to  no  king; 
then  why  is  he  here?  " 

Cyaxares  was  so  astounded  that  he  was  much  con 
fused.  The  man  was  a  perfect  stranger  to  him,  he  did 
not  know  his  mission,  and  could  not  guess  what  compli 
cations  might  arise  from  the  prejudice  that  he  had  so 
adroitly  thrown  in  his  way.  Arising  in  anger,  he  ex 
claimed  :  "  My  credentials  are  in  the  hands  of  the  pow 
ers  here.  Who  are  you  that  you  thus  boldly  challenge 
my  motives?  " 

"  I  am  a  special  ambassador  from  Deioces,  king  of 
Ironia,  and  I  am  here  to  prove  that  you  are  a  wily  im 
postor,  and  only  desire  to  inspire  war  for  your  own 
personal  ends ;  that  your  story  is  a  myth ;  that  Deioces 
knows  absolutely  nothing  of  the  daughters  of  the  Sapor 
and  Astyages ;  that  you  now  have  these  young  princesses 
hidden  away  somewhere  until  you  can  consummate  your 
cunning  scheme,"  was  the  insolent  reply. 

A  light  had  come  to  Cyaxares,  who  was  now  so 
thoroughly  aroused  that,  had  he  not  been  fearful  of  the 
consequences,  he  would  have  throttled  the  scoundrel  on 
the  spot.  Looking  calmly  into  the  face  of  the  man, 
he  said : 

"  Were  I  not  bound  by  the  respect  that  I  owe  to  this 
august  conclave,  I  would  throttle  you  till  I  purged  you 
of  the  true  intents  and  purposes  of  your  visit  here,  and 
then  I  would  pull  your  lying  tongue  from  your  hypo 
critical  throat.  You  are  not  an  ambassador  from 
Deioces.  You  are  the  spy  and  associate  of  Saranaces, 
who  is  my  prisoner.  I  myself  received  the  daughter 
of  the  Sapor  and  the  daughter  of  Astyages  from  Deio 
ces,  in  his  own  palace.  They  are  now  the  wards  of  the 
Holy  Church,  and  directly  in  the  care  of  Cracillies,  the 


172  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

head  of  the  Holy  Church.  I  am  here  primarily  to 
speak  for  the  Holy  Church,  from  which  I  am  provided 
with  credentials.  There  are  my  credentials  in  the 
hands  of  the  high  priest.  Do  you  challenge  the  Holy 
Church  of  Ironia?  " 

"  By  what  test  do  your  credentials  prove  their 
authenticity  ?  "  demanded  the  stranger. 

"  By  the  same  test  that  proves  you  to  be  a  base 
counterfeit,  a  comparison  of  our  credentials  with  the 
accredited  signatures  and  seals  of  the  powers  that  we 
claim  to  represent."  Then,  turning  to  Zirkan,  he  said, 
"  Have  your  keeper  of  seals  bring  the  seals  of  Deioces, 
Saranaces,  and  Cracillies?  " 

At  a  sign  one  of  the  priests  arose,  passed  out  of  the 
room,  and  soon  returned  with  a  large  volume  of  parch 
ments. 

The  stranger  was  plainly  disturbed,  but  remained 
quiet. 

A  long  and  careful  examination  was  made,  and  they 
all  finally  seemed  to  agree  upon  some  essential  point. 
A  gong  was  hanging  near  the  table  and  Zirkan  struck 
it  three  sharp  blows.  A  file  of  soldiers  entered.  Point 
ing  to  the  now  frightened  stranger,  the  high  priest  said, 

"  Place  him  under  restraint  until  I  send  for  him." 
Then,  turning  to  Cyaxares,  he  smilingly  asked,  "  Did 
you  ever  see  this  man  before?  " 

"  Not  to  my  recollection,"  responded  Cyaxares. 

"  It  is  the  wayward  son  of  Astyages,  Claudies.  He 
was  found  almost  exhausted  from  hard  riding,  night 
and  day,  in  an  effort  to  anticipate  you  here.  Word 
comes  from  Cambyses  warning  you  of  his  coming,  also 
of  the  re-capture  of  Saranaces,  who  had  escaped  from 
the  caverns.  We  must  inform  you  that  we  are  fully 
in  touch  with  the  priests  of  Crail,  therefore  we  know 


that  you  may  be  trusted.  You  were  quite  correct  in 
believing  that  he  represented  Saranaces.  We  had  your 
companion  secretly  identify  him  as  the  son  of  Asty- 
ages,  then  he  was  brought  blindfolded  to  the  chamber 
from  the  outer  gardens." 

And  then  they  counseled  with  one  another  regarding 
the  proposed  war  against  Deioces,  Cyaxares'  wishes 
being  deferred  to  in  the  matter  of  limiting  action  to 
the  punishment  of  Deioces. 

He  would  be  provided  with  a  picked  army  of  five 
thousand  soldiers  for  the  purpose  of  taking  Ironia. 

With  all  matters  settled,  Zirkan  gave  his  final  in 
structions  to  review  an  army  of  sixty  thousand  soldiers 
on  the  following  day.  Then  he  took  possession  of 
Cyaxares  as  his  special  guest,  giving  him  all  the  atten 
tion  possible.  But  no  mention  of  a  successor  to  Deioces 
was  broached. 

"  This  night  I  will  be  sponsor  for  you  in  the  Holy 
City,  the  city  in  which  alone  dwell  the  chieftains  of  all 
the  clans  of  the  Holy  Crater.  You  will  then  under 
stand  why  its  gates  are  locked  against  the  world.  Go 
and  rest  until  I  call  you,  for  to-morrow  we  must  re 
view  our  armies,"  and  the  newly  appointed  high  priest 
of  war  led  Cyaxares  to  a  nearby  chamber,  where  he 
found  ample  luxuries  and  willing  slaves. 


CHAPTER  X 

THE    CITY    OF    KINGS 

YAXARES  was  weary  from  the  mental  strain 
and  anxiety  of  the  past  few  hours,  and  was 
glad  to  be  alone  for  a  while.  After  partaking  of  the 
tempting  refreshments  placed  before  him,  he  lay  down 
upon  a  luxurious  couch  to  rest  and  think.  He  imme 
diately  fell  asleep  and  dreamed  that  Madrilla,  fair  and 
beautiful,  sat  upon  the  throne,  and  he  was  kneeling 
before  her.  She  had  bidden  him  arise,  and  sit  by  her 
side,  and  he  was  serenely  happy.  How  long  he  had 
slept  he  could  not  tell,  but  he  awoke  in  total  darkness. 
What  should  he  do?  He  clapped  his  hands,  and  in 
stantly  two  slaves  entered  carrying  trays  containing 
many  silver  lamps,  which  they  distributed  about  the 
room.  Then  others  came,  bearing  ewers  filled  with 
water,  basin,  and  soft  towels  for  bathing.  These  were 
removed  and  Zirkan  entered,  and  a  small  table  con 
taining  viands  served  for  two  was  brought. 

"  You  were  weary,  and  I  did  not  disturb  you.  You 
will  join  me  in  this  evening  repast,  and  then  I  will 
reveal  to  you  one  of  the  greatest  secrets  in  all  the 
world,  the  Sapor's  method  of  summoning  an  army  of  a 
million  soldiers  in  one  hour,"  said  the  priest,  who  was 
a  kind,  gentle-natured  man.  Cyaxares  found  him  ex 
tremely  intellectual  and  most  companionable.  It  did 
not  require  long  to  dispose  of  the  refreshments,  Cyax 
ares  being  informed  that  they  would  later  partake  of 

other   feasts    in   many   palaces   that   they  would   visit. 

174 


THE  CITY  OF  KINGS  175 

After  making  some  necessary  changes  in  his  attire,  the 
young  prince  was  surprised  to  have  Zirkan  present  to 
him,  with  the  compliments  of  the  Sapor,  a  bandeau 
of  pure  gold,  in  the  center  of  which  was  a  resplendent 
sapphire  of  great  beauty  and  incalculable  value.  This 
held  his  curling  locks  close  about  his  head,  and  gave 
him  a  most  distinguished  and  noble  appearance.  None 
could  vie  with  Cyaxares  in  the  matter  of  good  looks. 
Clad  in  splendid  silken  garments  beautifully  em 
broidered  in  gold  and  silver  interwrought  with  bright 
colors ;  shod  in  buskins  of  filigreed  silver,  and  now 
wearing  the  magnificent  tiara  presented  to  him  by  the 
Sapor,  he  looked  every  inch  a  king.  They  were  ready 
to  pass  out  into  the  city  of  gold,  silver,  and  precious 
gems.  Zirkan  very  frankly  expressed  his  admiration 
for  his  companion  of  the  evening's  excursion. 

The  soft  notes  of  a  distant  gong  sounded,  and  Zir 
kan  at  once  arose,  saying: 

"  It  is  the  will  of  her  Majesty,  the  queen,  that  we 
present  ourselves  before  her.  Come." 

Four  tremendous  nude  Ethiopians  stood  ready,  with 
staffs,  upon  the  top  of  which  were  silver  flambeaux. 
These  lighted  the  way  through  intricate  and  uninter 
esting  halls,  cut  through  the  solid,  native  rock. 

Again  they  entered  the  audience  chamber  where 
reigned  the  stolid  king  of  stone,  bending  their  knees  in 
token  of  respect  to  the  image  of  him  who  once  ruled 
as  King  of  Kings.  Zirkan  whispered  to  Cyaxares : 

"  The  world  at  large  believes  that  he  still  lives  and 
reigns.  Only  the  immediate  household  of  the  present 
queen  ever  looks  upon  her  face.  The  kings  over  whom 
she  rules  know  that  it  is  death  to  breathe  the  secret, 
therefore  speak  not  of  it  yourself." 

Instead  of  the  image's  being  again  pushed  aside,  a 


176  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

panel  in  the  wall  opened,  and  they  entered  a  small, 
dimly  lighted  reception  room,  the  torch-bearing  slaves 
remaining  without.  Here  they  were  met  by  a  distin 
guished-looking  and  aged  priest,  who  held  in  his  hand 
a  white  cross  in  the  center  of  which  was  a  circle  of 
red.  He  greeted  them  cordially  and  quite  informally. 
The  cross  was  attached  to  a  golden  chain,  which  the 
priest  now  placed  about  Cyaxares'  neck,  saying: 

"  The  noble  stranger,  Prince  Cyaxares,  is  thrice  wel 
come  to  the  inner  circles  of  the  holy  city.  It  is  the 
custom  to  swear  to  secrecy  all  that  enter  here.  Do 
you  solemnly  swear  before  your  recognized  gods  that 
you  will  keep  secret  all  that  you  sense  within  the  sa 
cred  walls  of  this  holy  city,  until  you  are  released 
from  this  oath  by  order  of  the  Sapor?  " 

"  I  do,"  replied  Cyaxares. 

"  Then  wear  this  cross,  which  is  your  safe  passport 
among  kings." 

Cyaxares  obeyed,  and  they  were  conducted  to  the 
private  audience  chamber  of  the  queen.  It  was  now 
too  late  for  him  to  inquire  of  Zirkan  why  he  now  spake 
of  the  queen  instead  of  the  Sapor. 

What  was  this  new  surprise?  Surely  it  was  all  a 
play,  to  mystify  and  mislead  him.  Instead  of  the 
parchment  being  that  he  had  seen  upon  the  ivory 
throne  earlier  in  the  day,  he  was  now  presented  to  a 
magnificent  woman,  of  wonderful  personal  attractive 
ness  and  commanding  appearance,  who  was  called  the 
queen.  Seated  upon  a  throne  of  beaten  gold  incrusted 
with  jewels,  and  surrounded  by  many  beautiful  young 
women,  it  was  a  scene  of  enchantment  to  bewilder  the 
young  prince.  A  low  seat  of  polished  ivory,  decorated 
and  upholstered  with  embroidered  silks,  was  directly 
in  front  of  the  queen.  Zirkan  whispered  that  he  must 


THE  CITY  OF  KINGS  177 

kneel  upon   this   in  being  presented  to  the  sovereign. 

A  murmur  of  admiration  and  surprise  was  heard 
upon  their  making  their  appearance,  and  the  queen 
was  so  moved  that  she  eagerly  leaned  forward  to  greet 
the  noble  stranger,  whose  bearing  was  so  stately  and 
dignified  and  whose  manly  graces  were  so  manifest. 
Two  elegantly  attired  esquires  accompanied  him,  one 
on  either  side,  as  he  approached  the  queen.  Kneeling, 
he  bowed  his  head,  and  his  great  mass  of  auburn  curls 
fell  about  his  splendid  shoulders. 

The  queen  reached  forth  a  slender  wand,  and  touched 
C3Taxares  upon  the  head,  saying: 

"  Arise,  Cyaxares,  you  are  thrice  welcome  to  the 
holy  city.  You  are  indeed  fit  to  associate  with  kings." 
Then  at  a  wave  of  her  wand,  the  attendants,  all  but 
the  two  esquires  at  the  entrance  and  Zirkan,  retired 
from  the  chamber.  Cyaxares  was  bidden  to  take  a 
seat  at  her  right  hand,  and  Zirkan  upon  her  left. 
Her  frank,  friendly  face  at!  once  removed  all  embarrass 
ment. 

Leaning  eagerly  toward  Cyaxares,  she  said :  "  And 
now  tell  me  about  my  Madrilla.  I  know  your  expe 
rience  here  is  puzzling  to  you,  but  that  will  all  be 
properly  explained.  I  am  the  true  Sapor  although 
I  am  called  queen,  and  Madrilla  is  my  own  daughter. 
Lay  aside  formality,  and  feel  at  your  ease.  The 
Sapor  is  not  so  terrible  as  the  world  believes." 

Cyaxares'  frank  eyes  acknowledged  this ;  she  was  a 
splendidly  preserved  woman  of  fifty,  and  still  retained 
the  grace  and  beauty  of  youth.  There  was  no  doubt 
in  Cyaxares'  mind  that  she  was  truly  the  mother  of 
Madrilla,  having  the  same  features,  the  same  voice, 
and  the  same  friendly,  confiding,  and  winsome  manners, 
the  same  brown  tresses  and  tender  blue  eyes. 


178  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

"  The  fair  Princess  Madrilla  is  the  image  of  her 
queenly  mother,  your  Majesty,"  he  said. 

"  I  have  not  seen  her  for  ten  years.  She  was  re 
turning  from  a  sojourn  in  foreign  lands,  where  she  was 
being  educated  by  the  orders  of  her  kingly  father," 
she  said,  softty,  and  tears  were  in  her  eyes.  There 
was  sadness  as  well  as  pathos  in  her  voice.  Cyaxares 
told  her  the  story  briefly  but  accurately,  and  again  he 
made  an  eloquent  plea,  as  he  had  done  to  the  parchment 
mystery,  to  be  given  the  honor  of  restoring  to  the 
Sapor  her  daughter.  He  was  eloquent,  strong,  re 
sourceful,  and  splendid  in  his  argument  and  appeal. 
The  fires  of  enthusiasm  and  admiration  came  into  the 
eyes  of  the  queen ;  her  cheeks  were  aglow,  and  her 
bosom  heaved  with  emotional  excitement. 

Cyaxares  had  more  than  won  his  cause,  he  had  won 
the  queen.  A  greater  calamity  than  a  holy  war  had 
befallen  him. 

For  a  moment  she  sat  silently  contemplating  the 
splendid  young  stranger,  and  then,  as  if  having  fixed 
in  her  mind  some  strong  resolution,  she  said, 

"  Cyaxares,  I  will  grant  your  prayer  on  one  condi 
tion,  and  that  is  that  you  must  take  an  oath  not  to 
attempt  to  win  the  love  of  my  daughter." 

A  look  of  horror  came  into  the  face  of  Zirkan,  which 
was  met  with  a  shade  of  disapproval  in  the  gaze  of  the 
queen. 

Cyaxares  instinctively  felt  that  he  was  unconsciously 
being  drawn  into  some  unknown  and  mysterious  dan 
ger,  nevertheless  he  made  a  manful  resolve  to  be  hon 
orable  with  the  queen  mother,  who  surely  had  the  right 
to  make  this  request  without  making  explanation, 
therefore  he  replied,  apparently  to  the  great  relief  of 
Zirkan : 


THE  CITY  OF  KINGS  179 

"  Your  Majesty,  it  would  be  unbecoming  an  hon 
orable  gentleman  to  aspire  to  so  high  an  honor  with 
out  first  praying  to  you  for  that  rare  privilege.  As 
a  duty,  no  matter  how  great  the  sacrifice,  I  must  defer 
to  your  wishes  in  this  matter ;  but  neither  sovereign  nor 
God  can  command  the  human  emotions  to  the  extent 
that  they  may  say,  *  Thou  shalt  not  love,'  and  expect 
obedience.  I  confess,  without  reserve,  that  to  see  and 
know  Madrilla  is  to  love  her ;  this  no  human  power  can 
prevent." 

A  sad,  far-away  look  came  into  the  beautiful  eyes, 
a  wistful  look,  as  though  pleading  with  some  hidden 
power  to  restore  to  her  a  lost  affection.  With  a  half 
sob  she  aroused  herself,  and,  in  her  kind,  gently  mod 
ulated  voice,  said : 

"  Yes,  Cyaxares,  you  shall  bring  Madrilla  to  me. 
Go  now.  Zirkan  will  show  you  the  wonders  of  the 
holy  city  this  night,  but  to-morrow  you  will  be  by  my 
side  to  review  the  gathering  of  the  clans,"  and  she  held 
forth  her  beautiful  soft  hand,  which  Cyaxares  raised 
to  his  lips  with  a  whispered  thanks  for  all  her  gen 
erosity.  Again  she  sighed  deeply. 

They  were  quickly  conducted  to  a  wide,  flower- 
adorned  balcony  on  the  outer  walls  of  the  palace,  and 
toward  the  city  of  golden  palaces.  Cyaxares  was 
amazed,  but  Zirkan  checked  his  exclamation  of  sur 
prise  by  saying :  "  I  cannot  refrain  from  warning  you 
of  a  very  grave  danger,  Cyaxares,  only  to  put  you  on 
your  guard.  It  is  my  duty  to  guide  you  safely  through 
your  mission  here,  and  prevent  your  becoming  entan 
gled  in  complications  that  might  seriously  affect  the 
outcome  of  your  visit.  I,  of  course,  am  aware  of  your 
high  and  commendable  desire  to  restore  your  father, 
which  means  yourself,  to  the  throne  that  Deioces  now 


180  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

holds.  The  powers  of  the  Holy  Crater  are  in  sym 
pathy  with  you.  This  you  will  learn  to-nigh h  by  the 
overwhelming  favors  that  the  kings  of  the  clans  will 
shower  upon  you  upon  learning  your  identity.  But 
not  one  of  these  kings  has  ever  had  audience  with  the 
queen,  the  mother  of  Madrilla,  their  reception  at  court 
not  extending  beyond  the  acting  Sapor,  who  is  mother 
to  the  queen." 

"  Mother  to  Madrilla's  mother !  "  exclaimed  Cyax- 
ares. 

"  Yes,  and  these  kings  know  this,  and  they  also 
know  all  the  strange  circumstances  surrounding  this 
mystery.  They  know  that  at  the  death  of  the  grand 
mother  Madrilla  instead  of  her  mother  will  become  the 
Sapor,  provided  she  marries  a  prince  of  the  blood. 
Until  she  does  marry  her  mother  will  be  acting  Sapor. 

.  .  It  is  essential  for  me  to  explain  at  this  point, 
that  the  King  of  Kings,  whose  image  stands  in  the 
outer  audience  chamber,  put  his  queen,  Madrilla's 
mother,  away  from  him,  because  of  the  extreme  love 
of  them  both  for  the  beautiful  child.  They  accused 
each  other  of  monopolizing  her  affections,  and,  in  a 
violent,  quarrel,  the  king  placed  the  mother  under  re 
straint,  and  never  permitted  her  to  see  her  daughter 
thereafter.  At  the  age  of  twelve  the  Sapor  secretly 
intrusted  the  daughter  to  Nabonassor,  king  of  Baby 
lon,  to  broaden  her  education  and  to  fit  her  to  be 
Sapor  instead  of  her  mother.  Before  his  death  the 
king  legally  made  the  grandmother  acting  sovereign 
until  Madrilla  should  be  twenty-two,  which  she  now  is, 
at  which  age  she  was  to  be  recalled,  and  her  mother 
was  to  reign  until  Madrilla  weds,  when  her  husband 
shall1  be  declared  King  of  Kings,  and  shall  be  the  Sapor 
over  all  the  clans  of  the  Holy  Crater.  You  will  un- 


THE  CITY  OF  KINGS  181 

derstand,  therefore,  that  those  kings  and  princes  that 
are  unmarried  secretly  aspire  to  the  hand  of  Madrilla. 
You  will  see  many  jealous  and  questioning  eyes  upon 
you  this  night.  They  know  nothing  of  the  plight  of 
Madrilla,  and  the  part  that  it  plays  in  this  enterprise. 
Word  has  been  passed  to  them  that  you  have  sought 
the  aid  of  the  Sapor  in  an  attempt  to  recover  the 
throne  of  your  father,  and  they  are  eager  to  take  up 
arms  in  your  cause." 

"  Then  that  was  the  queen's  reason  for  swearing  me 
not  to  attempt  to  win  Madrilla's  affections  ?  " 

"  No ;  the  horrifying  thing  is  that  she  wants  you  for 
herself,  and  I  foresee  that  the  mother  and  daughter  will 
again  be  divided  because  of  mutual  affection  for  one 
object.  Of  course  you  could  not  foresee  such  a 
calamity,  therefore  are  not  to  blame  for  it.  We  must 
work  together  to  avert  a  disastrous  result.  We  must 
not  permit  a  thought  of  it  to  mar  the  pleasure  of  this 
night.  It  is  equally  important  that  you  show  no  es 
pecial  affection  for  any  one  of  the  many  beautiful 
women  that  you  meet  to-night.  They  are  the  wives, 
daughters,  and  sisters  of  the  kings,  and  many  of  them 
will  have  designs  upon  you.  The  Sapor  must  not 
learn  that  you  are  unduly  attracted  to  any  one  of 
them.  She  is  a  jealous  queen." 

"  You  forget  that  the  council  is  aware  of  Madrilla's 
plight.  Will  not  some  one  secretly  give  this  out  to 
the  kings  ?  "  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  No,  they  hold  no  communication  with  any  one  out 
side  the  palace,"  was  the  reply. 

"  There !  Look !  The  first  signal !  Not  before  in 
thirty  years  has  that  great  red  cross  been  illuminated. 
It  is  the  sign  of  a  holy  war.  See !  The  first  response, 
another,  and  still  another,"  and  a  circle  of  answering 


182  THE  CAVERNS  OP  CRAIL 

lights  sprang  into  life.  As  far  as  the  eye  could  dis 
cern  them,  they  twinkled  forth,  until  it  looked  as  if 
the  stars  of  heaven  had  come  down  to  be  numbered 
among  the  hosts  of  the  Holy  Crater.  It  was  an  awe- 
inspiring  sight,  and  Cyaxares  pondered  well  over  the 
slumbering  powers  of  this  strange  confederation  as  it 
slowly  uncoiled  to  respond  to  the  battle  cry  of  the 
Church.  Its  mysterious  origin  was  beyond  the  ken  of 
man.  It  had  existed  centuries  before  other  known  na 
tions  were  born.  It  had  remained  unshaken  during  all 
the  period  that  the  world  had  had  any  knowledge  of 
it.  The  world  only  knew  that  at  certain  periods  a 
fanatical  host  of  untold  numbers  swept  down  from  the 
great  highlands  of  Central  Asia,  and  devastated  the 
balance  of  the  earth.  It  did  not  always  know  the  ul 
terior  cause  for  war,  hence  the  belief  grew  that  these 
wars  were  not  just.  But  all  kings  knew  the  just 
causes. 

Cyaxares  shuddered  to  see  the  quick  response  and 
the  ever  preparedness  for  war,  and  war  with  them 
meant  destruction  on  a  tremendous  scale. 

Zirkan  admitted  that  he  himself  did  not  know  even 
the  number  of  clans,  and  the  only  manner  by  which  an 
estimate  of  the  number  of  soldiers  could  be  made  was 
to  count  the  lights.  Each  light  responding  had  un 
der  arms  one  thousand  soldiers  for  the  first  call.  Sig 
nals  would  be  made  designating  which  clans  should  first 
respond.  To-morrow  sixty  clans  would  each  send  an 
army  of  one  thousand  men  to  be  reviewed  by  their  sev 
eral  kings,  and  secretly  by  the  Sapor. 

"  Come,  we  must  go  down  into  the  city.  Cyaxares, 
you  will  see  things  this  night  that  your  civilization 
never  dreamed  of.  Within  this  circle  of  lights  is  the 
Holy  Crater.  This  city  is  the  abiding  place  of  the 


THE  CITY  OF  KINGS  183 

kings  that  rule  over  the  clans.  Each  king  vies  with 
the  others  in  the  rich  decoration  of  his  palace,  drawing 
upon  his  clan  for  gold,  silver,  and  precious  jewels; 
hence  the  splendor  and  magnificence  that  you  will  be 
hold.  Each  clan  also  vies  with  the  others  in  keeping 
its  king's  palace  provided  with  its  rarest  products. 
This  friendly  rivalry  and  competition  is  the  mainspring 
of  the  confederation,  and  has  made  the  people  the 
proudest,  most  self-reliant,  prosperous,  and  happy  peo 
ple  in  all  the  world,  and  this  is  the  secret  of  the  strong 
confederation.  It  is  the  satisfying  of  human  necessity 
that  cements  them.  .  .  .  It  is  not  yet  known  that 
I  now  bear  the  official  title  of  the  lord  of  war.  My 
passport  is  of  long  standing.  An  official  crier  will 
precede  us  with  a  staff  of  authority,  announcing  the 
coming  of  visitors  from  the  Sapor's  palace." 

Upon  reaching  a  lower  gallery  a  wide  platform  ex 
tended  far  out  into  the  city.  From  this  broad  steps 
led  down  into  the  streets  of  the  richest  city  that  the 
world  ever  knew,  a  city  in  which  dwelt  only  kings. 

At  the  bottom  of  the  onyx  stair  stood  a  line  of 
trumpeters  to  herald  their  coming.  These  were  led 
by  an  official  bearing  aloft  a  high  staff,  upon  which 
was  a  white  cross  with  a  scarlet  circle  in  its  center. 

At  the  first  blast  of  the  trumpets  the  palace  portals 
began  to  open,  and  groups  of  gorgeously  arrayed  peo 
ple  came  to  look.  There  were  aged  kings  with  long 
snowy  beards,  young  princes  with  blond  curls  and  soft 
curling  beards,  and  others  with  hair  and  skin  as  dark 
as  night.  The  latter  had  sharp,  glittering  eyes,  and 
looked  fierce  by  the  side  of  the  blond  men.  Princesses 
of  every  age  from  toddling  children  to  stately  women 
stood  in  graceful  groups,  awaiting  the  coming  of  the 
favored  stranger,  who  must  be  a  king  to  be  a  guest  of 


184  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

the  palace,  and  who  must  be  a  guest  of  the  palace  to 
be  permitted  the  rare  privilege  of  visiting  the  holy  city. 

On  came  the  courier,  crying, 

"  Cyaxares,  a  prince  of  the  royal  blood  and  hon 
ored  guest  of  the  Sapor,  seeks  entertainment  in  the 
holy  city,  the  city  of  kings !  "  Then  would  follow  a 
blare  of  trumpets. 

This  had  an  instantaneous  effect  upon  the  people. 
They  rushed  quickly  within  their  palaces.  Returning 
with  flowers,  fruits,  wines,  and  musical  instruments, 
they  exclaimed: 

"  Thrice  welcome  to  the  holy  city.  Tarry  with  us 
and  partake  of  our  hospitality !  " 

This  required  them  to  stop  a  moment  at  each  palace 
and  to  acknowledge  the  hospitable  greetings,  partak 
ing  at  the  same  time1  of  a  sip  of  wine,  or  of  some  dainty 
fruit  or  sweetmeat.  As  they  left  each  palace  one  mem 
ber  of  the  household,  either  a  king  or  the  eldest  prince, 
dropped  into  line  with  them  until  quite  a  procession 
was  formed.  The  street,  for  there  was  but  one,  was 
like  a  spiral  with  its  outer  end  at  the  onyx  stairway. 
It  required  fully  two  hours  to  pass  the  greater  length 
of  this  street,  and  to  arrive  at  a  brilliantly  lighted  pa 
vilion,  where  were  gathered  a  large  proportion  of  the 
populace  watching  games,  listening  to  the  music,  eat 
ing,  drinking,  and  making  merry. 

At  the  approach  of  the  procession  the  performances 
ceased,  and  the  people  respectfully  gathered  in  a  circle 
to  see  what  was  happening. 

It  was  a  magnificent  and  brilliant  scene.  The  kings, 
in  stately  and  dignified  procession,  mounted  a  semi 
circular  dais,  leaving  three  vacant  seats  in  the  midst 
of  them,  two  of  which  were  for  Zirkan  and  Cyaxares. 
With  a  wave  of  his  hand,  one  of  them  bade  the  revel- 


THE  CITY  OF  KINGS  185 

ries  to  resume,  and  as  if  nothing  extraordinary  had  oc 
curred,  the  people  proceeded  with  their  joyous  pastime. 

One  at  a  time  the  kings  came,  were  formally  pre 
sented  to  Cyaxares,  occupied  the  extra  seats  for  a  few 
moments,  and  then  made  way  for  others,  until  all  had 
cordially  greeted  him. 

The  exercises  were  extremely  entertaining,  consisting 
of  dancing,  wrestling,  swimming,  numerous  feats  of 
strength  and  agility,  and  some  extraordinarily  good 
vocal  and  instrumental  music. 

There  was  a  lengthy  pause  to  permit  an  orator  to 
extol  to  the  visiting  stranger  the  merits  and  virtues  of 
the  confederation  of  the  clans  of  the  Holy  Crater. 
This  was  by  no  means  the  least  entertaining  number  on 
the  program.  He  was  a  noble  and  intelligent  young 
prince,  from  the  land  of  Adhor,  where  dwelt  the 
Adhorites. 

Cyaxares  had  been  finished  in  the  schools  of  Baby 
lon,  during  the  astronomic  period,  under  the  reign  of 
the  learned  and  progressive  Nabonassor.  He  well 
knew  that  none  of  these  kings  or  princes  was  permit 
ted  to  leave  his  country  except  in  time  of  war.  There 
fore  he  was  amazed  at  the  profundity  of  their  learning 
and  development,  and  asked  where  the  national  seat  of 
education  was  situated.  He  was  informed  that  it  was 
right  there  in  the  holy  city.  They  had  giveni  to  Baby 
lon  her  mathematics  and  astronomy.  They  had  given 
to  quite  every  nation  in  Asia  its  code  of  laws,  its  knowl 
edge  of  medicine,  philosophy,  and  comparative  science. 
This  was  done  through  a  system  of  wandering  priests 
sent  out  from  the  Holy  Crater,  or  from  the  caverns  of 
Crail. 

Stepping  forward,  the  splendid  young  orator  deliv 
ered  his  address  directly  to  Cyaxares,  saying: 


186  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

"  Thrice  welcome  stranger,  we  greet  you  as  brother 
and  fellow-prince.  You  see  about  you  the  greatest 
kings  of  the  earth,  an  inner  clan  of  sovereigns,  bound 
together  by  ties  of  blood  as  well  as  by  sacred  obliga 
tions  of  a  covenant  ratified  so  many  centuries  ago  that 
the  oldest  king  cannot  tell  the  beginning. 

"  We  are  the  original  Aryans,  the  first  people  of  civ 
ilization  and  learning.  From  our  earliest  time  the 
world  beyond  received  from  us  its  first  rudimentary 
lessons  in  mental  development,  and,  like  unto  the  fo 
liage  of  a  great  tree,  our  influence  has  crept  over  the 
earth  to  shape  the  destinies  of  peoples  and  nations  yet 
to  be  born.  Even  unto  the  far  Eastern  sea  our  prin 
ciples  of  government  have  been  adopted  as  a  form  of 
religion,  and  our  country  is  called  a  mysterious  heaven, 
with  a  city  of  golden  streets,  where  all  the  people  are 
happy.  This  mystifying  belief  will  be  taught  to  the 
generations  of  ages  to  come,  and  here  beneath  this 
city  of  golden  streets  is  the  antithesis  of  heaven,  the 
fires  of  that  hell  that  is  now  spoken  of  in  the  religious 
rites  of  Babylon  and  of  other  nations.  This  strange 
religion  is  not  of  our  origin,  we  know  of  neither  hell 
nor  heaven.  We  know  there  is  an  Universal  God,  so 
great  that  his  individuality  is  beyond  the  ken  of  man 
kind  ;  yet  he  is  a  thinking,  reasoning  being,  destroying 
old  forms  that  he  may  construct  new.  We  may  rec 
ognize  this  universal  being  in  the  face  of  the  living  na 
ture  about  us.  The  things  that  men  do  are  so  in- 
finitesimally  trivial  that  he  cannot  recognize  them, 
therefore  men  have  a  certain  relative  freedom  that 
enables  them  to  assume  imitative  powers  to  create. 
Men  associate  themselves  together  for  sundry  purposes, 
and  call  themselves  nations.  They  build  for  them 
selves  aggregations  of  cavernous  dwellings,  grotesque 


THE  CITY  OF  KINGS  187 

and  gruesome,  which  they  call  cities.  They  erect 
large  and  ornate  structures  that  they  call  houses  or 
palaces  for  their  gods.  Not  being  able  to  conjure  up 
a  real  God  to  sit  within  these  palaces,  they  cast  among 
themselves,  and  a  man  is  chosen  to  represent  God. 
Were  it  possible  for  the  great  God  of  the  universe  to 
take  cognizance  of  this  childish  play,  it  would  be  blas 
phemous  ;  as  it  is,  it  is  a  harmful  imposition  upon  the 
native  credulity  and  superstition  of  the  great  masses 
of  the  people,  who  have  within  them  an  instinctive 
reverence  for  nature  as  holding  the  breath  and  whisper 
of  the  real  God  —  a  creative  being  consisting  of  the 
whole.  We,  the  Aryans,  reverence  that  great  God  of 
nature,  and  live  by  our  belief.  We  need  not  priests 
to  teach  us  our  religion,  because  it  consists  of  a  native 
piety  taught  to  our  people  ages  upon  ages  ago.  We 
need  not  elaborate  edifices,  planned  and  erected  under 
cruel  edicts  of  foolish  powers  to  sap  the  energies  and 
substance  of  the  people,  in  which  to  teach  our  religion, 
for  the  same  piety  is  in  every  heart,  and  we  best  com 
mune  with  our  God  when  in  the  privacy  and  seclusion 
of  our  own  homes.  We  need  no  censors  nor  tinseled 
church  paraphernalia  with  which  to  frighten  our  spir 
its  into  absurd  beliefs  and  an  unreasonable  fear  of 
an  invisible  God.  Our  God  does  not  inspire  fear. 
Fear  will  not  engender  love  nor  respect  for  anything. 
Hatred  and  distrust  are  the  fruits  of  a  power  based 
upon  coercion  and  fear. 

"  Our  great  public  edifices  are  placed  where  our  peo 
ple  come  for  enlightenment  and  knowledge.  Our 
priests  are  the  meditative  minds  devoted  to  the  ad 
vancement  of  learning.  That  our  educational  system 
has  been  seized  upon  and  made  a  separate  institution 
by  designing  persons,  as  an  instrument  of  mental  and 


188  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

physical  torture  of  the  people  for  ulterior  purposes,  is 
no  fault  of  ours.  Our  religion  is  still  intact,  and  costs 
our  people  nothing.  Our  people  cannot  buy  their  way 
into  a  mysterious  heaven,  neither  are  they  cast  into 
a  burning  hell  for  revenge  for  not  contributing  toward 
the  maintenance  of  hypocritical  beings,  claiming  to  be 
personal  representatives  of  God. 

"  Our  people  are  prosperous,  contented,  and  happy, 
and  always  have  been.  As  long  as  this  is  true  it  would 
be  sinful  for  our  feudal  system  to  be  destroyed. 

"  While  we  are  called  the  mysterious  clans  of  Asia, 
we  are  in  intimate  touch  with  the  rulers  of  all  nations. 
Inasmuch  as  all  civilized  nations  are  the  offspring  of 
the  Aryan  race,  we  assume  a  watchfulness  over  them, 
unsuspected  by  the  world.  From  time  to  time  it  has 
been  necessary  for  us  to  declare  a  holy  war,  and  go 
down  and  punish  certain  nations  for  conduct  contrary 
to  the  edicts  of  humanity.  The  advisers  of  the  Holy 
Crater  constitute  the  household  of  the  Sapor.  These 
include  five  hundred  of  the  wisest  men  in  all  the  world 
—  the  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater.  We  have  no  voice 
in  matters  pertaining  to  the  outside  world,,  but  are 
wholly  and  willingly  controlled  by  the  Sapor.  This 
city  is  impregnable.  It  is  the  permanent  home  of  all 
the  royal  families  of  the  confederation. 

"  Our  great  wealth  and  plenty  extend  to  the  hearth 
stones  of  the  people  throughout  the  breadth  of  the 
land.  This  is  due  to  the  fact  that  only  sufficient  prod 
ucts  are  exported  to  exchange  for  certain  commodities 
that  we  cannot  produce.  This  leaves  all  the  products 
of  the  energy  of  our  people  as  the  great  material 
wealth  of  the  country.  It  requires  no  coercion,  no  bur 
densome  taxation,  no  undue  force,  to  induce  the  people 
to  do  their  part  toward  maintaining  this  city  of  the 


THE  CITY  OF  KINGS  189 

kings ;  we  cannot  utilize  the  thousandth  part  of  the 
wealth  offered  in  contribution  in  lieu  of  a  direct  tax. 
This  shows  the  gratitude  of  a  people  for  a  government 
that  has  held  them  intact  for  many  centuries. 

"  When  the  world  begins  to  encroach  upon  us,  or 
exhibit  undue  negligence  in  showing  us  respect  for  our 
antiquity  and  power,  we  chastise  it,  and  it  again  re 
members. 

"  While  we  are  not  fully  informed  regarding  the 
facts,  the  Sapor's  having  summoned  an  army  for  im 
mediate  service  implies  that  you  are  the  bearer  of  tid 
ings  that  impress  the  Sapor  with  the  necessity  of  war 
fare.  You  have  been  shown  unusual  courtesy  in  that 
you  are  permitted  to  visit  the  holy  city.  It  reveals 
the  confidence  reposed  in  you  by  the  Sapor,  which  also 
measures  the  very  grave  importance  of  your  message. 
The  Sapor's  wish  is  our  law,  hence  our  welcome  to  you 
and  our  quick  response  to  a  call  to  arms. 

"  You  have  doubtless  seen  the  signal  fires  through 
out  the  mountains.  When  they  are  lighted  they  mean 
that  each  clan  has  called  to  arms  its  quota  of  soldiers. 
As  they  are  extinguished  the  clans  have  sent  their  sol 
diers  on  their  way  to  the  Holy  Crater.  To-morrow 
you  will  review  the  arriving  armies.  By  midnight  the 
signal  fires  all  will  have  been  extinguished.  To-mor 
row  we  bid  our  families,  our  beloved  wives  and  children, 
to  be  of  good  cheer,  and  to  be  hopeful  and  happy  till 
our  return,  for  we  must  ride  each  at  the  head  of  his 
clan.  But  this  night  is  one  for  revel  and  joy.  There 
fore,  noble  stranger,  we  extend  to  you  a  hearty  wel 
come  into  our  homes,  which  are  now  open  to  receive 
you.  You  will  participate  in  our  pleasures,  view  the 
splendor  of  our  palaces,  and  know  the  beauty  of  our 
mode  of  living." 


190  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

While  the  young  orator  was  delivering  his  address  of 
welcome,  pages  had  placed  in  Zirkan's  hand  a  wreath 
woven  of  bright  flowers.  At  the  completion  of  the 
oration  Zirkan  motioned  to  the  speaker,  who  came  for 
ward,  and  the  wreath  was  placed  upon  his  head. 
Amidst  much  applause  and  enthusiasm  a  general  re 
ception  was  held,  every  one  being  properly  presented  to 
the  visiting  stranger.  Then  the  kings  and  princes  de 
parted  for  their  respective  palaces,  where  Cyaxares 
would  be  received  as  he  went  from  one  palace  to  the 
other,  spending  only  a  moment  at  each  place. 


CHAPTER  XI 

WITHIN  THE  PALACES  OF  KINGS 

/^YAXARES,  like  many  others,  had  heard  of  a  city 
\-S  of  kings,  where  the  palaces  were  embellished  with 
gold,  and  silver,  and  precious  stones.  But  he  could 
not  even  imagine  a  place  so  wonderful  as  this.  It  was 
not  gaudy  display  of  tinsel  to  tarnish  with  the  ravages 
of  time,  for  time  immemorial  had  tried  it.  The 
fathers  of  the  present  kings,  and  their  fathers  before 
them,  had  dwelt  here,  and  the  city  was  as  splendid 
to-day  as  it  was  centuries  ago.  There  were  ample 
street  embellishments ;  the  queer,  winding  street  was 
wide  and  very  clean,  the  ornamentation  consisting  of 
immense  urns  filled  with  flowers,  each  one  having  a  tall 
fountain  of  water  spouting  up  from  its  center.  The 
street  extended  from  wall  to  wall;  no  animals  of  any 
kind  were  permitted  to  be  at  large.  The  portals  lead 
ing  into  the  palaces  differed  radically  in  architecture 
and  materials,  this  apparently  being  one  of  the  sub 
jects  of  friendly  competition  in  display. 

Each  doorway  bore  the  name  of  the  king,  and  of  the 
clan  of  which  he  was  ruler,  wrought  in  gems.  Sur 
rounding  these  names  were  masterpieces  of  the  jewel 
er's  skill;  grape-vines  made  of  silver,  with  leaves  of 
pure  gold,  and  with  clusters  of  rubies  as  large  as  native 
grapes  hanging  thick  upon  the  carved  trellis ;  birds 
of  various  kinds,  wrought  in  gold  and  silver,  were  on 
wing  in  a  field  of  sapphires ;  battle  scenes  and  pictures 
of  peace  and  joy,  and  beautiful  figures  and  a  multitude 

of  artistic  designs.     It  was  marvelous  and  bewildering. 

191 


192  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

But,  if  the  outer  walls  were  thus  adorned,  what 
could  be  said  of  the  interiors  of  these  palaces?  As  he 
passed  through  the  first  portal,  Cyaxares  was  sur 
prised  to  find  himself  in  ari>  interior  court  of  rare  splen 
dor,  its  four  walls  containing  the  living  rooms  of  the 
king  and  his  family. 

It  was  a  garden  so  perfectly  designed  that  it  looked 
like  a  picture.  In  the  center  was  a  large  fountain 
consisting  of  many  beautifully  wrought  cherubims, 
their  little  bodies  so  perfect  that  they  seemed  to  be 
alive.  They  held  in  their  hands  long  feather-edged 
staffs,  which  broke  the  returning  waters  into  a  myriad 
tiny  streams.  Every  wall,  the  floor,  and  the  sides  of 
the  fountain  were  of  onyx  and  rare  marbles,  with  the 
edges  and  ornamented  places  made  of  gems,  while 
bright  flowers  and  sweet-scented  foliage  smiled  from 
every  available  place.  It  was  a  tremendous  display  of 
wealth,  comfort,  and,  doubtless,  also  of  joy. 

The  people,  the  family  of  the  king,  came  to  greet 
the  handsome  young  prince.  The  daughters,  as  beau 
tiful  as  the  surroundings  were  rich,  held  in  their 
hands  small  eleven-stringed  harps,  which  they  softly 
thrummed  with  ivory  plectrums  as  they  sang  their 
plaintive,  native  songs  of  welcome.  In  this  particular 
household  were  the  king,  the  queen,  four  lovely  daugh 
ters,  and  three  stalwart  sons.  Well  might  such  a  king 
be  proud,  and  even  boastful,  in  telling  of  his  country 
up  in  the  steppes,  where  his  happy  people  dwelt  in 
peace  and  plenty,  where  the  pomegranate  was  peren 
nial,  the  yield  of  grapes  overlapped  their  needs,  and 
the  wheat  grew  without  the  sowing;  where  the  hound 
was  stronger  than  the  wolf  and  swifter  than  the  fox ; 
where  the  people  wore  silken  garments,  and  were  prodi 
gies  of  strength  and  endurance.  On  the  morrow  he 


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would  see  a  thousand  of  them  panoplied  for  war,  with 
his  eldest  son  as  their  leader.  They  all  came  close  to 
him,  eager  to  touch  him,  this  being  a  token  of  utmost 
confidence.  The  young  men  placed  their  hands  upon 
his  shoulders,  and  the  young  women  caressed  his  hands. 

Refreshments  were  brought,  consisting  of  delicious 
wine,  honey-cakes,  and  candied  figs,  of  which  they  par 
took  sparingly  because  of  many  similar  offerings  to 
follow.  Reluctantly  they  withdrew  to  make  the  next 
call,  and  then  others,  till  all  the  palaces  but  one  had 
been  entered,  the  same  sweetly  simple  cordiality  being 
met  with  everywhere. 

Here  was  a  departure  from  what  they  had  hitherto 
seen,  this  last  palace.  It  was  a  tremendous  structure, 
and  was  almost  connected  with  the  comparatively  hum 
ble  prison  of  the  Sapor,  carved  out  of  the  native  cliffs.' 

"  This  is  the  palace  of  King  Nahan,  of  the  Nahan- 
ites.  He  is  the  oldest  king  in  the  Holy  Crater,  being 
now  one  hundred  and  twelve  years  old.  He  was  leader 
in  three  holy  wars,  and  is  the  most  honored  of  all  the 
kings,  not  only  for  his  great  age  and  learning,  but  for 
his  splendid  hospitality.  He  is  also  the  wealthiest  of 
all  the  kings.  We  shall  remain  in  his  palace  one  hour, 
when  it  will  be  almost  morn,  and  time  for  us  to  take 
some  rest  to  prepare  us  for  the  day. 

"  You  will  see:  in  the  palace  of  Nahan  all  the  trophies 
of  three  holy  wars.  Many  strange  things  are  there, 
and  some  gruesome  and  grim  reminders  of  periods 
when  the  Sapor  sent  the  hosts  of  the  holy  clans  down 
into  the  plains  to  purge  them  of  their  waywardness 
and  wickedness.  He  of  all  the  kings  will  question  you. 
Answer  him  frankly,  telling  him  your  own  desires  re 
garding  the  dethronement  of  Deioces,  for  he  despises 
him  and  is  your  father's  friend.  Say  nothing  of  the 


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abduction  of  the  Princess  Madrilla.  Do  not  admit 
that  you  have  seen  the  queen.  Should  he  ask  you,  an 
swer,  '  I  have  seen  the  Sapor.' ' 

King  Nahan's  palace  was  four  times  the  size  of  any 
other  palace  that  they  had  visited.  The  portals  were 
wide  and  protected  by  immense,  ornamental  silver 
gates.  Some  formality  was  required  here.  The  crier 
was  waiting  by  the  gates  in  friendly  conversation  with 
the  two  huge  gatekeepers.  They  all  straightened  up 
at  their  approach.  The  crier  struck  a  gong. 

"Who  comes  there?"  came  from  within. 

"  Messenger  from  the  palace  of  the  Sapor,  King  of 
Kings,  and  ruler  over  all  the  holy  clans,"  was  the  re 
sponse. 

"The  message?" 

"  The  Sapor  sends  a  royal  visitor  to  give  friendly 
greetings  to  all  the  kings,  and  to  view  the  holy  city. 
It  is  the  Sapor's  will  that  the  Prince  Cyaxares  be  re 
ceived  as  a  prince  of  the  royal  blood,  and  entertained 
the  same  as  the  ruler  of  a  holy  clan." 

"  Bid  the  royal  guest  enter." 

The  beautiful  gates  opened  wide,  and  it  seemed  that 
a  thousand  lamps  and  flambeaux  were  lighted  instantly. 
Many  musical  instruments  began  playing,  and  before 
them  appeared  an  hundred  female  dancers,  their  grace 
ful  vibrating  bodies  writhing  in  unison  as  they  coax- 
ingly  receded  before  the  visitors  until  the  latter  were 
well  within  the  splendid  gardens,  where  all  the  other 
kings  had  preceded  them,  and  now  stood  ready  to  re 
ceive  them.  In  their  midst  was  Nahan,  a  magnificent 
sage  of  huge  proportions,  and,  despite  his  extreme  age, 
of  remarkable  agility.  Throwing  aside  all  formality, 
he  met  Cyaxares  with  outstretched  hands,  greeting  him 
as  Phraortes'  son,  and  begging  for  information  con- 


WITHIN  THE  PALACES  OF  KINGS      195 

cerning   the   health   and  welfare   of   his   noble   father. 

Now  the  purpose  of  this  visit  to  the  city  of  kings 
was  revealed.  Cyaxares  was  called  upon  at  an  early 
opportunity  for  the  information  necessary  to  enable 
them  intelligently  to  proceed  in  their  campaign. 

The  kings  listened  intently,  while  Cyaxares  carefully, 
but  fully,  detailed  the  causes  for  war  against  Deioces, 
and  surprised  them  by  declaring  that  Deioces'  army 
would  be  hammering  upon  the  gates  of  Aspahan  before 
their  army  could  reach  the  plain.  Then,  in  eloquent 
terms,  he  recounted  the  misdeeds  of  Deioces  and  the 
ambition  that  he  held  to  place  his  father  upon  the 
throne  again,  and  to  rescue  his  people  from  a  degrad 
ing  slavery. 

Nahan  questioned  him  closely,  and  he  acquitted  him 
self  creditably  in  his  replies.  The  kings  held  a  short 
consultation,  and  quickly  decided  to  follow  Cyaxares' 
advice  in  the  conduct  of  the  campaign. 

One  by  one  the  leaders  bade  Cyaxares  farewell,  and 
departed,  each  for  his  own  palace.  Nahan,  Cyaxares, 
and  Zirkaii  sat  together  in  one  of  the  beautiful  cham 
bers  in  the  palace.  All  revelry  had  ceased,  and  all 
was  quiet  in  the  city  of  kings.  Nahan  was  first  to 
speak,  saying: 

1(1  Cyaxares,  you  have  withheld  from  me  your  most 
potent  reason  for  coming  to  the  Holy  Crater.  Zirkan 
knows.  I  commend  you  for  your  conservatism.  I  have 
a  great  surprise  in  store  for  you.  I  know  the  story 
regarding  Madrilla  from  one  that  has  participated  in 
your  adventures  in  Baleria.  Perhaps  you  do  not  know 
it,  but  Cracillies  is  my  closest  personal  friend  outside 
of  the  Holy  Crater.  He  has  entrusted  to  my  care  one 
of  the  principal  actors  in  your  experiences  there. 
Wotan,  the  lord  of  war,  passed  her  through  the  palace 


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and  into  the  holy  city,  and  she  is!  now  an  honored  guest 
in  my  palace.  Wait  a  moment,"  and  he  arose,  and 
left  the  room.  In  a  few  moments  he  returned  leading 
by  the  hand  a  splendid  woman,  whose  face  was  con 
cealed. 

For  a  moment  she  stood,  as  though  waiting  for  in 
structions. 

"  Remove  your  veil,"  said  Nahan. 

The  woman  threw  off  her  disguise,  and  stood  before 
the  prince. 

"  Saluciea!  "  exclaimed  Cyaxares,  springing  up,  and 
staring  at  her  as  though  unwilling  to  believe  his  own 
eyes. 

"What  does  this  all  mean?  "  he  demanded. 

"  How  can  you  be  here,  Saluciea?  Speak,  that  I 
may  know  that  I  am  awake  and  in  my  right  mind." 

Then  she  spoke  in  the  same  sweet,  musical  voice  that 
he  remembered  so  well. 

"  Yes.  It  is  I  —  Saluciea.  Take  my  hands.  It  is 
I,  and  I  am  so  glad  to  see  you  again.  I  will  tell  you 
the  story,"  and  she  looked  about,  while  his  own  staring 
eyes  followed  her  gaze.  Both  Nahan  and  Zirkan  had 
quickly  left  the  room. 

He  held  the  warm,  soft  hands,  yet  stood  speechless, 
and  with  a  great  lump  welling  up  in  his  throat.  Well 
did  he  remember  the  grief  that  he  had  felt  when  bend 
ing  over  her  cold  body  in  the  house  in  Baleria. 

"  Do  not  be  alarmed.  I  am  real  flesh  and  blood," 
she  said. 

"  And  how  came  you  here?  "  he  asked. 

"  I  will  tell  you.  When  you  left  me  in  the  house  in 
Baleria,  I  was  in  a  cataleptic  state  superinduced  by  a 
potion  that  I  believed  would  bring  instant  oblivion  in 
death.  I  could  not  live  and  look  into  your  face  after 


WITHIN  THE  PALACES  OF  KINGS     197 

the  base  betrayal  by  me  that  I  thought  had  unwittingly 
occurred.  Scala  and  I  had  agreed  to  save  you  from 
destruction.  The  potion  in  the  pendant  was  only  in 
tended  to  put  its  victim  into  a  state  of  suspended  ani 
mation.  An  antidote  administered  within  a  certain 
time  would  restore  the  victim  to  consciousness. 

"  You  told  your  frightful  story  to  Cracillies. 
When  you  said  that  tears  fell  from  my  eyes,  he  recog 
nized  the  nature  of  the  narcotic  and  sent  his  men  to 
get  my  body,  and  I  was  conducted  through  the  secret 
passageway  to  the  caverns  of  Crail,  where  he  restored 
me  to  life.  I  shall  never  forget  the  anguish  of  that 
deathlike  spell.  I  was  conscious  all  the  time,  but  un 
able  to  move.  I  heard  all  that  you  said  to  me,  and  I 
must  have  unconsciously  wept.  Cracillies  immediately 
sent  me  to  the  Holy  Crater,  and  to  the  care  of  his  be 
loved  friend,  King  Nahan,  believing  war  and  revolu 
tion  inevitable,  and  that  my  brother  in  his  anger  would 
betray  me  to  Deioces,  or  torture  me  to  compel  me  to 
tell  the  truth  and  the  facts  regarding  you  and  your 
plans." 

"And  why  to  Nahan?"  asked  Cyaxares. 

"  Because  Nahan  is  my  father.  Saranaces  is  my 
half-brother.  I  was  the  ward  of  Deioces  to  conceal 
this  truth.  Deioces  was  bound  by  fear  of  the  conse 
quences  to  respect  me." 

"  Why  did  you  permit  the  world  to  believe  you  the 
mistress  of  Deioces?" 

"  No  one  could  trace  the  origin  of  this  slander.  I 
knew  not  what  the  world  was  believing  of,  or  saying 
about,  me  until  my  brother  had  been  raised  to  high 
honor,  and  had  so  taken  me  in  his  power  that  I  was 
compelled  to  do  his  bidding.  I  knew  that  I  was  a 
king's  daughter,  begotten  during  the  last  holy  war, 


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but  I  did  not  know  who  was  my  own  father  until  Cra- 
cillies  told  me  and  sent  me  here.  .  I  had  no  means  of 
combating  the  world  in  my  own  defense.  I  was  the 
victim  of  circumstances  over  which  I  had  no  control. 
I  tell  you  now,  Cyaxares,  that  your  coming  awakened 
in  me  a  new  emotion,  and,  realizing  my  degradation 
and  shame,  I  preferred  to  take  my  own  life  rather  than 
have  you  think  me  the  base  creature  that  the  cruel 
world  had  made  me  seem  in  your  eyes.  But,  Cyaxares, 
I  cannot  detain  you.  I  am  overjoyed  to  see  you  again. 
I  must  leave  you.  I  know  you'  will  come  again.  I  will 
live  in  that  hope."  Arising  she  pressed  the  young 
prince's  hands,  and  then  fled  quickly  away. 

This  was  a  terrific  shock  to  Cyaxares.  From  a  state 
of  high  elation  he  was  cast  into  a  state  of  depression 
and  gloom.  He  was  filled  with  a  sadness  that  he  could 
not  understand.  He  regretted  the  departure  of  the 
unhappy  Sahiciea  almost  as  much  as  her  apparent 
death  had  cast  him  down  on  that  other  occasion. 

The  return  of  Nahan  and  Zirkan  aroused  him,  but 
only  by  the  strongest  exertion  of  his  will  could  he 
throw  off  the  despondency,  and  again  enter  freely  into 
the  important  conversation.  Both  the  sages  looked 
keenly  at  him.  Nahan  finally  said: 

"'Saluciea  has  told  me  the  story,  and  it  was  with 
my  permission  that  she  revealed  her  identity  to  you. 
I  own  her  as  my  daughter  of  war,  and  I  have  received 
her  into  my  household  with  love  and  parental  affection. 
I  am  most  grateful  to  you,  Cyaxares,  that  you  have 
been  the  cause  of  her  return  to  me." 

Passing  his  hand  over  his  disturbed  brow,  Cyaxares 
replied, 

"  I  am  most  grateful  to  learn  that  this  admirable 
daughter  of  your  Majesty  is  again  in  the  land  of  the 


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living,  as  well  as  pleased  to  know  that  she  is  in  the 
house  of  her  father." 

"  Come,  we  may  walk  through  my  palace  as  we  talk. 
I  wish  to  show  you  the  trophies  of  former  holy  wars," 
and  the  three  passed  through  long  corridors  filled  with 
a  wonderful  museum  of  every  conceivable  relic  and 
trophy  of  war;  a  thousand  different  weapons  of  war 
fare,  shields,  bucklers,  helmets,  armor,  and  accouter- 
ments  for  horse  and  man.  There  were  scores  of  things 
that  Cyaxares  had  never  seen  or  heard  of  before.  It 
was  impossible  to  ask  their  uses. 

Here  was  the  huge  armor  of  Septum,  king  of  the 
Baharites,  and  the  long  iron  pikes,  weighing  an  hun 
dred  pounds  each,  carried  by  the  giant  warriors  that 
had  guarded  him.  Here  was  the  golden  helmet  of  the 
Helvite  prince  who  penetrated  the  entire  army  and  to 
the  very  tent  of  Nahan  to  slay  him,  at  the  sacrifice  of 
his  own  life,  only  to  be  caught  in  the  act  and  killed. 
Here  were  the  skull  and  cross-bones  of  Kellukhan,  the 
Hindoo  prince,  who  had  volunteered  his  services  against 
the  Sapor's  army  in  the  last  holy  war.  And  thus  an 
hour  quickly  fled,  and  they  returned  to  the  reception 
room  and  prepared  to  take  their  departure. 

Zirkan  requested  Cyaxares  to  stroll  in  the  gardens 
a  few  moments;  he  would  speak  with  Nahan  and  join 
him  in  a  moment. 

The  perturbed  young  nobleman  walked  through  the 
fragrant  green;  their  freshness  seemed  to  revive  him, 
and  to  refresh  his  own  senses. 

The  sweet-scented  jasmine  of  Aleppo  filled  the  air 
witli  a  soothing  fragrance ;  the  pomegranate  flowers 
seemed  to  be  coaxing  him  to  rest;  the  narcissus,  sweet 
basil,  and  camomile  caressed  his  tired  soul,  and  bade 
him  tarry  in  their  midst.  In  a  secluded  spot,  sur- 


200  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

rounded  by  the  flower-clad  vines  and  shrubs,  he  sat 
upon  the  rim  of  a  fountain  of  crystal  waters,  whose 
surface  was  covered  with  water-lilies.  In  a  moment  a 
shadow  was  cast  upon  the  mirroring  surface,  and  a 
whisper,  soft,  sweet,  and  inspiring,  came, 

"  Cyaxares !  " 

At  his  side  was  Saluciea.  He  was  glad.  He  had 
pressed  her  in  his  arms  once  before,  but  he  hesitated 
now.  This  was  a  different  Saluciea.  Then  he  believed 
her  to  be  a  bad,  designing  woman,  now  he  knew  her  to 
be  one  with  a  virgin  heart  and  soul,  longing  for  equal 
companionship.  It  was  dangerous,  but  for  a  single 
moment  he  drew  her  to  him,  pressed  her  willing  head 
upon  his  tumultuous  bosom,  and  caressed  the  beautiful 
hair,  as  he  whispered  but  the  word,  "  Saluciea."  There 
was  a  world  of  pathos  in  the  silent  act. 

Men  and  women,  since  the  world  began,  have  mis 
taken  sympathy  and  a  thirst  for  confiding  companion 
ship  for  love;  love  is  of  the  flesh,  sympathy  is  of  the 
soul;  when  these  unite  in  one  sentiment  that  is  eternal 
affection.  Saluciea  did  not  inspire  Cyaxares  with  lust 
for  the  flesh. 

"  God  speed  you ;  my  prayers  go  with  you,"  whis 
pered  Saluciea,  and  she  quickly  passed  into  the  conceal 
ing  surroundings.  For  a  moment  that  same  pang 
returned,  the  same  lump  in  the  throat,  the  feeling  of 
desertion,  and  the  desire  to  reach  forth  and  draw  her 
back  to  him. 

Zirkan  came  and  they  took  their  departure.  In 
stead,  however,  of  their  passing  again  through  the 
silver  gates,  a  long  balcony  extended  from  the  rear 
of  Nahan's  palace  to  the  wide  terrace  extending  about 
the  abode  of  the  Sapor.  The  sky  showed  signs  of  ap 
proaching  day,  and  they  both  passed  to  their  respective 


WITHIN  THE  PALACES  OF  KINGS     201 

apartments  for  much  needed  rest  to  freshen  them  for 
the  arduous  to-morrow. 

Notwithstanding  the  exciting  events  through  which 
he  had  recently  passed  and  the  perturbed  state  of  his 
mind,  Cyaxares  dropped  into  a  sound  sleep.  He  again 
dreamed  of  Madrilla,  not  of  Saluciea.  Again  Madrilla 
sat  upon  the  throne,  but  this  time  he  sat  by  her  side. 
It  was  yet  early  when  he  awoke.  Willing  attendants 
quickly  brought  ewers  of  cold,  sparkling  water  and 
large  bathing  vessels  for  his  morning  ablution.  He 
felt  refreshed  and  hungry.  He  waited  patiently  for 
his  breakfast,  the  while  seated  at  an  open  casement 
that  gave  him  a  view  of  the  open  space  that  surrounded 
the  public  edifice  in  the  golden  city,  to  which  he  had 
first  been  taken.  There  he  saw  unmistakable  evidence 
of  warlike  activity.  He  had  not  seen  an  animal  of  any 
kind  upon  his  visit  there,  but  now  the  space  was  entirely 
filled  with  mounted  horsemen  drawn  up  in  order. 
What  a  sight  to  inspire  him !  From  time  to  time  the 
clang  of  a  great  gong  would  sound,  and  a  single  horse 
man  would  drive  his  charge  through  the  standing 
ranks,  and  stop  in  their  midst.  Immediately  two  fully 
accoutered  horsemen  would  leave  the  ranks  and  join 
the  horseman,  one  on  either  side.  They  would  then 
dash  away,  and  out  of  sight.  This  was  rapidly  thin 
ning  the  horsemen  till  but  few  were  left  standing,  and 
these  were  finally  reduced  to  four  mounted  men. 

So  intently  was  Cyaxares'  mind  fixed  upon  this  in 
spiring  symbolism  of  war  preparations  that  he  did  not 
hear  Zirkan  enter  the  room. 

"  It  is  the  kings  going  to  meet  their  clans.  Each  is 
esquired  by  two  eager  young  princes  chosen  for  that 
duty.  Within  the  hour  these  same  clans  will  begin  to 
pour  into  the  Holy  Crater  to  be  reviewed  and  given  war 


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instructions.  We  must  hasten  our  breakfast,  for  we 
may  at  any  moment  be  summoned  by  the  queen,"  and 
Zirkan  motioned  to  a  waiting  attendant,  and  a  deli 
cious  breakfast  was  before  them. 

They  were  hardly  done  with  the -repast  when  the 
soft  intonations  of  a  silver  gong  reached  them.  It 
was  the  call  of  the  queen. 

"  This  will  be  the  most  trying  day  of  your  life," 
said  Zirkan.  "  I  can  only  caution  you  that  the  queen 
will  betray  to  you  her  infatuation  for  you,  and  warn 
you  that  no  matter  what  your  feelings  or  sentiments 
may  be  not  to  oppose  nor  resent  any  act  or  wish  of 
hers.  Should  she  become  angered  at  any  act  of  yours, 
your  very  life  would  pay  the  forfeit,  and  a  holy  war 
would  sweep  down  upon  the  plains  to  devastate  them. 
You  will  be  alone  with  the  queen.  It  is  the  highest 
privilege  that  mortal  man  can  receive.  Be  enthusias 
tic  over  what  you  see.  Praise  her  soldiers,  and  deplore 
the  necessity  of  your  having  to  leave  her  hospitality 
to  answer  to  the  call  of  duty.  Five  thousand  picked 
soldiers  will  await  your  command,  and  you  must  place 
yourself  at  their  head  by  sunset  this  night,  ready  to 
move  at  the  earliest  dawn.  We  must  go  to  the 
queen." 


CHAPTER  XII 

THE  GATHERING  OF  THE  CLANS 

solemn  procession  of  Zirkan,  Cyaxares,  and  the 
A  huge  black  slaves  again  wended  its  way  through 
the  carven  corridors  of  gray  granite,  stopping  at  the 
door  of  the  Sapor's  audience  chamber.  Here  the 
slaves  halted,  and  the  two  entered. 

"  Bow  down  to  the  Sapor,  King  of  Kings !  "  came 
that  terrible  voice  that  Cyaxares  remembered  having 
heard  on  the  occasion  of  his  interview  with  the  parch 
ment  Sapor. 

They  promptly  made  obeisance  to  the  graven  stone 
image.  Zirkan  looked  surprised,  for  this  was  a  chal 
lenge,  meaning  that  the  Sapor  was  upon  her  ivory 
throne.  He  had  not  been  summoned  into  her  pres 
ence,  and  he  now  stood  in  her  audience  chamber  unbid 
den.  What  could  this  mean? 

The  image  slowly  receded  and  there  sat  the  parch 
ment,  with  blinking  eyes  and  constantly  tapping  finger 
nails.  Both  Zirkan  and  Cyaxares  made  obeisance. 
She  surveyed  them  sharply  for  a  moment,  then  she 
said, 

"  Where  are  you  going?  " 

"  I  report  to  your  Majesty  that  the  queen  has  bid 
den  Prince  Cyaxares  to  attend  her  while  reviewing  the 
gathering  clans,"  humbly  responded  Zirkan. 

"  I  forbid  it !  "  snapped  the  monstrosity. 

"  Clang !     Clang !  "  sounded  an  inner  gong.     It  was 

the  call  of  the  impatient  queen. 

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204.  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRALL 

Here  was  real  trouble. 

"What  response  shall  I  make  to  the  queen's  call?" 
asked  Zirkan. 

"  None !  "  was  the  brief  answer,  and  Zirkan  plainly 
betrayed  his  consternation. 

"Clang!  Clang!  Clang!"  and  the  clatter  of  the 
inner  gong  resounded  throughout  the  palace.  The 
Sapor  sat  motionless. 

"  Shall  we  retire?  "  asked  Zirkan. 

Paying  no  attention  to  this  question  she  leaned  for 
ward,  and  almost  whispered: 

"  Who  is  the  strange  woman  in  Nahan's  household  ? 
Lie  not  to  me." 

Zirkan  was  so  taken  by  surprise  that  he  stammered 
in  his  confusion,  "  Why,  why,  she  is  a  ward  of  the 
Holy  Church,  sent  to  Nahan  by  Cracillies  for  safe 
keeping." 

"  By  what  means  was  she  passed  into  the  holy  city 
without  my  knowledge  ?  " 

"  Nahan  informs  me  that  Wotan  passed  her  into 
his  palace." 

"  Have  her  brought  here  instantly,"  was  the  terri 
fying  demand. 

It  was  as  much  as  Zirkan's  life  was  worth  to  make 
such  a  demand  upon  Nahan  at  this  critical  time,  and 
it  was  instant  death  to  disobey  the  Sapor. 

A  most  startling  thing  occurred  at  the  opportune 
moment  to  divert  the  Sapor's  attention.  A  queenly 
woman  rushed  into  the  audience  chamber  from  the 
antechamber  of  the  queen's  apartments.  It  was  the 
enraged  queen  herself.  Paying  no  attention  whatever 
to  the  presence  of  the  Sapor  upon  her  ivory  throne, 
she  angrily  stamped  her  foot,  and  demanded  to  know 
of  Zirkan  why  her  summons  was  not  obeyed. 


Here  was  a  dangerous  clash  of  authority  that  could 
cause  embarrassing  complications. 

The  Sapor  cautiously  looked  behind  her,  and  Cyax- 
ares  surmised  that  she  was  trying  to  call  to  her  side 
the  vicious  animals  that  he  had  formerly  seen  there, 
but  they  did  not  come.  Suddenly  she  arose,  and 
clapped  her  hands  together,  and  still  they  did  not 
come.  She  reached  for  her  rod  with  which  to  strike 
her  terrible  gong ;  both  the  rod  and  the  gong  had  been 
removed. 

"  Who  seeks  to  destroy  my  authority  here?  "  she 
demanded,  and  fire  seemed  to  emanate  from  those  ter 
rible  eyes. 

Undaunted,  the  queen  rushed  to  her,  and  exclaimed 
in  a  great  passion: 

"  I  am  queen  here !  I  am  the  Sapor !  and  in  future 
my  word  and  my  will  shall  be  the  law,"  and,  before 
she  could  be  stayed,  she  had  seized  the  Sapor  by  her 
ropelike  hair  and  dragged  her  down  upon  the  floor 
and  stamped  upon  her. 

Zirkan,  although  horrified  at  what  was  transpiring, 
had  exercised  the  presence  of  mind  to  close,  and  to  fas 
ten  upon  the  inside,  all  doors  opening  into  the  cham 
ber. 

Cyaxares  took  the  irate  queen  into  his  strong  arms 
and  held  her,  despite  her  struggles,  else  she  would  have 
killed  her  own  mother.  Nothing  that  he  could  say  or 
do  could  render  the  situation  worse,  therefore  he  re 
solved  to  treat  the  queen  as  an  angry  woman  instead 
of  as  an  insanely  enraged  queen.  He  well  knew  that 
this  was  the  culmination  of  a  long  standing  feud.  The 
queen  had  heretofore  suppressed  her  pent-up  rage  that 
her  own  mother  should  bar  her  from  what  she  believed 
her  just  rights.  Her  brooding  over  the  early  return 


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of  Madrilla  might  have  had  much  to  do  with  this  ex 
plosion,  but  what  most  concerned  him  was  to  think  that 
her  anger  broke  all  bounds  when  she  discovered  that 
the  Sapor  had  detained  him  after  her  repeated  calls. 
When  she  ceased  her  hysterical  struggles  for  a  brief 
moment,  he  relaxed  his  tight  grasp,  and  whispered, 

"  Can  this  be  the  royal  mother  of  the  sweet-tem 
pered  Madrilla?  " 

In  this  outburst  of  passion  she  had  spent  much  of 
her  fury,  and  now  felt  the  relaxation  that  would  quickly 
respond  to  this  appeal,  coming  from  him  for  whom  she 
had  secretly  harbored  an  amorous  sentiment.  It  was 
the  fear  of  a  non-requital  of  this  passion  that  had 
wrought  her  up  to  this  insane  pitch.  It  was  a  revela 
tion  to  Cyaxares.  She  ceased  her  struggles,  buried 
her  face  in  his  bosom,  and  sobbed.  It  was  love  that 
she  wanted,  not  power. 

The  poor  creature  lying  half-stunned  at  the  foot  of 
her  ivory  throne  had  drawn  herself  to  a  sitting  posi 
tion  against  the  dais,  and  now  looked  appealingly 
about,  as  if  asking  what  had  happened.  Zirkan  lifted 
her  to  her  poor  unsandaled  feet,  but  she  could  not 
stand.  It  had  been  too  much  for  her  feeble  strength. 
The  shock  had  left  her  in  almost  a  helpless  state. 

And  now  the  reaction  had  come;  the  queen  ran 
quickly  to  her  side,  and  pleaded  to  be  forgiven,  bidding 
Zirkan  bear  her  to  her  own  apartment,  she  having  pre 
viously  dismisised  therefrom  all  her  retinue  for  ulterior 
purposes  of  her  own.  Turning  now  to  Cyaxares,  she 
extended  her  hands,  saying: 

"  Forgive  me,  I  am  very  much  ashamed.  Go  and 
view  the  gathering  of  the  clans  with  Zirkan.  I  am  in 
disposed.  Come  to  me  before  you  join  your  army." 
Her  attitude  was  one  of  abject  shame. 


THE  GATHERING  OF  THE  CLANS      207 

Cjaxares  raised  the  willing  hands  to  his  lips,  then 
he  and  Zirkan  withdrew. 

Zirkan  mopped  his  brow,  and  looked  thankfully  at 
Cyaxares,  and  exclaimed: 

"  What  fantastic  freak  of  good  or  bad  fortune  is 
this  now?  Within  a  breath  our  lives  are  in  peril,  and 
then  out  of  it.  Who  can  understand  a  woman?  " 

Cyaxares  only  shook  his  head  in  response. 

"  We  were  in  a  perilous  situation,  and  we  witnessed 
something  that  I  never  wish  to  see  again,"  said  Zirkan. 

"  I  am  fearful  of  the  consequences,"  answered  Cyax 
ares. 

"  You  need  not  be,  for  this  has  happened  before. 
But  I  have  never  heard  before  of  the  queen's  actually 
assaulting  her  mother.  There  is  one  way  of  telling 
that  a  quarrel  had  preceded  this  scene;  it  is  well  known 
about  the  court  that  a  quarrel  is  brewing  when  all  the 
court  attendants  are  forbidden  to  enter  the  Sapor's 
audience  chamber  until  summoned  by  special  messen 
ger.  That  accounts  for  the  absence  of  the  usual  court 
attendants  and  even  of  the  slaves  and  dogs.  I  shall 
breathe  easier  when  you  are  away  from  here,  Cyax 
ares." 

"  If  I  breathe  long  enough  to  make  my  escape,  I 
shall  be  grateful,"  said  Cyaxares. 

"  Come,  we  must  go  at  once.  As  lord  of  war,  I 
have  a  secret  box  from  which  to  review  the  incoming 
armies.  It  was  formerly  used  only  by  the  Sapor,  but 
the  present  Sapor  will  be  in  no  condition  to  leave  her 
bed.  I  am  acting  Sapor  to-day,  and  now  that  they 
have  stirred  the  devil  in  all  of  us  I  am  going  to  do  a 
radical  thing.  This  event  occurs  but  once  in  a  life 
time.  I  am  going  to  have  a  third  party  in  our  box 
for  the  simple  reason  that  she  is  among  strangers  and 


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doubtless  is  in  seclusion,  therefore  may  never  again 
have  an  opportunity  to  witness  this  grand  pageant. 
With  your  consent  I  shall  go  to  bring  Saluciea,  as 
the  Sapor  commanded.  None  can  see  us  in  our  con 
cealment." 

"  I  surely  would  be  overjoyed  to  have  the  lovely 
Saluciea  with  us,  if  it  is  perfectly  safe,"  replied  Cyax- 
ares. 

"  Then  we  must  be  her  slaves,  for  no  one  is  permit 
ted  to  enter  the  secret  passage  but  the  lord  of  war, 
therefore  we  must  carry  with  us  our  own  refreshments." 

"  I  will  gladly  be  slave  for  Saluciea,"  laughed  Cyax- 
ares. 

Zirkan  summoned  a  servant,  to  whom  he  intrusted 
the  preparation  of  wine  and  delicious  viands  to  refresh 
them  during  the  long  and  tiresome  review.  Then  he 
bade  Cyaxares  to  await  his  return.  In  a  short  time 
he  reentered  the  room  accompanied  by  a  closely  cowled 
priest,  but  no  introductions  followed.  Closing  the 
doors  entering  this  room,  Zirkan  removed  a  tapestry 
from  the  wall,  and  opened  a  secret  panel  revealing  the 
inevitable  and  omnipresent  stone  corridor. 

Placing  the  hamper  containing  the  refreshments 
within  the  corridor,  he  lighted  a  flambeau  and  handed 
it  to  Cyaxares,  bidding  him  go  in  advance.  The  en 
trance  was  carefully  closed,  and  fastened  on  the  inside. 
Picking  up  the  hamper,  the  lord  of  war  exclaimed,  in  a 
voice  revealing  his  great  relief: 

"  There,  we  are  as  safe  from  interruption  as  if  we 
were  in  the  bottom  of  the  Holy  Crater  itself.  Let 
your  pleasure  be  unrestrained." 

They  had  only  traveled  about  three  hundred  feet, 
when  they  entered  a  commodious  and  sumptuously  fur 
nished  room.  It  had  been  freshly  arranged,  and  was 


THE  GATHERING  OF  THE  CLANS     209 

sweet  and  wholesome.  It  was  dimly  lighted  by  long 
slits  in  two  sides  of  the  walls  like  balastraria. 
Freshly  cut  flowers  made  the  air  fragrant.  A  fountain 
of  fresh  mountain  water  bubbled  in  one  side  of  the 
wall.  Zirkan  pushed  a  small  table  into  the  middle  of 
the  room,  and  arranged  the  refreshments  in  a  man 
ner  to  be  convenient  at  a  time  when  the  excitement  of 
the  scenes  would  render  it  necessary  for  them  to  par 
take  of  them  quickly. 

Going  to  a  wide  tapestry,  he  folded  it  back  against 
the  wall,  revealing  an  alcove  balcony  sufficiently  large 
to  accommodate  them  comfortably  while  viewing  the 
scenes  below.  This  balcony  was  wholly  concealed  by 
carefully  trained  vines,  yet  gave  ample  view  of  the 
space  below  them.  Cyaxares  was  surprised  to  see  that 
they  were  only  about  fifty  feet  above  the  reviewing 
ground. 

"  And  now  I  should  like  to  be  introduced  to  our 
companion,"  said  Cyaxares. 

Saluciea,  feeling  safe,  put  aside  all  restraint,  re 
moved  the  priest's  garb,  and  extended  her  hands  to 
Cyaxares  to  be  kissed  ardently.  This  was  to  be  a 
joyous  day,  and  they  abandoned  themselves  to  its 
pleasures. 

They  ensconced  themselves  in  the  balcony  and  peeped 
below.  What  a  singular  sight  it  was !  It  was  like  an 
immense  arena,  in  the  center  of  which  was  a  raised 
platform  to  receive  the  kings  and  their  families,  who 
would  review  the  troops  as  they  marched  through  this 
reviewing  ground  to  take  their  position  upon  the  high 
ways  toward  the  plains.  It  was  separated  from  the 
holy  city  by  its  perpendicular  cliff,  three  hundred  feet 
in  thickness. 

Already  the  throng  was  gathering  here.     It  was  a 


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beautiful  and  animating  sight,  and  they  anticipated  a 
great  deal  to  interest  and  edify  them. 

Zirkan  came  to  where  they  were  seated,  saying: 

"  I  cannot  find  the  lists.  It  is  essential  to  have  them 
in  order  to  distinguish  the  clans  as  they  pass.  Re 
main  here,  and  I  will  return  for  them,"  and  he  left 
them  there  together. 

Cyaxares  took  Saluciea's  hands  in  his  own,  and 
said  : 

"  Saluciea,  I  cannot  tell  you  the  joy  that  I  feel  that 
you  have  come  back  to  life.  I  hope  I  may  never  again 
experience  the  anguish  that  wrung  my  heart  that  night 
in  Baleria." 

Her  face  was  radiant,  and  flushed  with  the  genuine 
pleasure  of  being  alone  with  Cyaxares,  and  this  earnest 
speech  brought  the  climax.  She  returned  the  pressure 
of  his  ardent  hands,  saying: 

"  Cyaxares,  I  never  can  forget  the  anguish  of  that 
night  when  I  lay  there  conscious  of  your  grief.  I 
heard  your  endearing  words.  You  said  you  could 
have  loved  a  woman  like  me,  even  if  you  thought  me 
another  man's  mistress.  My  soul  strove  to  awaken 
that  I  might  challenge  that  avowal ;  it  was  as  an  oasis 
in  my  desert  life.  I  had  never  been  loved  by  any  one, 
nor  had  I  loved;  I  yearned  for  an  honest  affection. 
My  life,  my  love,  my  all  was  yours  that  night.  Now 
all  that  is  changed;  I  am  the  daughter  of  one  king 
and  the  ward  of  another ;  I  am  the  ward  of  the  Holy 
Church,  and  protected  by  the  strongest  powers  in  the 
two  countries,  yet  I  am  a  dowerless,  homeless  creature, 
hungry  and  thirsting  for  the  simple,  honest,  earnest 
love  of  a  worthy  man.  Every  woman  is  entitled  to 
that.  I  suffered  the  pangs  of  death  because  I  believed 
that  I  had  betrayed  you.'  Now,  Cyaxares,  love  me 


for  one  hour,  and  let  that  be  the  one  green  spot  in  my 
desolate  existence,  then  let  me  die,  that  I  may  go 
through  eternity  with  that  one  joy  as  the  bliss  of  a 
future  state.  Then  you  will  have  made  me  happy.  I 
know  how  futile  it  is  for  me  to  hope  for  your  perma 
nent  love;  your  ambitions  are  great,  and  I  would  not 
intrude  myself  between  you  and  the  realization  of  your 
desires." 

Cyaxares'  love  went  out  to  this  hungry-hearted 
woman  as  it  had  never  gone  out  to  any  one  before. 
In  her  rosy  excitement  she  was  beautiful,  fascinating, 
magnificent.  He  took  her  into  his  arms  and  covered 
her  with  caresses ;  with  equal  ardor  she  kissed  his  hands, 
his  hair,  his  forehead,  and  his  lips.  She  moaned  in 
her  paroxysm  of  ecstasy.  Enraptured,  she  lay  pant 
ing  in  his  arms ;  her  moment  of  joy  had  come,  Saluciea 
loved,  as  only  an  ardent,  soul-hungry  woman  could 
love.  She  knew  her  worth,  and  she  knew  that  she  had 
implanted  in  Cyaxares'  heart  a  fire  to  scorch  his  very 
soul  did  he  ever  hold  another  woman  there.  He  was 
stricken  as  with  a  fatal  disease,  her  passion  had  sunk 
deep  into  his  virgin  heart,  and  she  knew  that  he  would 
again  seek  her  to  drink  more  of  that  elixir  of  life  that 
can  come  only  from  virgin  lips.  Therefore,  when  the 
sound  of  Zirkan's  returning  steps  warned  them,  she 
implanted  upon  his  lips  the  final  caress,  whispering: 
"  Cyaxares,  my  love,  I  am  so  grateful.  You  have 
made  me  so  happy.  Go  now  to  your  battle.  You 
will  win.  My  love  and  prayers  will  be  always  hover 
ing  near  you,  and  guarding  you.  Then  come  back  to 
me,  if  it  be  for  but  a  single  moment." 

"  I  will  come,  sweet  Saluciea,"  and  he  held  her  for 
a  moment  close  in  his  strong  embrace. 

When  Zirkan  entered  the  room  they  were  eagerly 


THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

gazing  at  the  scene  below.  Nevertheless,  the  good  lord 
of  war  was  having  his  troubles  with  a  facial  expression 
that  persisted  in  developing  into  a  good-natured  smile. 
Handing  the  lists  to  Cyaxares,  he  said :  "  It  is  impor 
tant  for  you  to  recognize  all  these  different  clans,  for 
this  will  be  of  much  advantage  to  you  upon  the  battle 
field."  Then  reaching  over,  he  pinched  Saluciea's 
cheek,  saying :  "  I  am  careless.  You  are  too  pretty  to 
be  left  alone  with  an  impressionable  young  man  like 
Cyaxares."  She  only  laughed  and  pressed  his  hand 
against  her  burning  cheek. 

The  kings  had  all  taken  their  seats  upon  the  review 
ing  stand,  and  for  the  first  time  Cyaxares  discovered 
that  hundreds  of  the  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater  were 
crowded  upon  a  long  balcony  of  another  cliff  to  see 
the  grand  sight. 

There  was  a  blare  of  trumpets  that  announced  to 
the  assemblage  that  a  body  of  soldiers  was  in  sight. 
A  dread  silence  fell  upon  the  people.  There  came  the 
pat,  pat,  pat,  of  marching  feet.  A  tall  banner  could 
be  seen  bobbing  about  in  one  of  thej  defiles  leading  into 
the  arena,  and  then  a  burst  of  applause  came  from 
the  waiting  people  as  a  magnificent  sight  presented  it 
self.  The  head  of  a  column  of  splendidly  accoutered 
horsemen  flashed  into  the  sunlight,  and  fifty  trumpet 
ers  challenged  the  reviewers. 

"  The  Dolamites,  the  richest  and  most  powerful  clan 
in  the  confederation,"  said  Zirkan.  "  See!  There  is 
King  Dolam  himself  at  their  head,  although  his  eldest 
son  is  in  command.  What  a  grand  old  warrior  he  is !  " 

"  Grand !  "  whispered  Saluciea,  and  she  crept  closer 
to  Cyaxares,  who  unblushingly  placed  his  arm  about 
her  shoulders  and  drew  her  up  close  to  him.  The  excite 
ment  was  now  intense  as  they  came  nearer  to  the 


people.  The  horsemen,  numbering  two  hundred,  wore 
armor  of  gold  and  silver,  while  the  horses  were  com 
pletely  covered  with  an  armor  of  dead  mail,  with  large 
colored  plumes  in  their  crests,  and  the  lower  part  of 
the  armor  fringed  and  tasseled  in  the  most  artistic 
manner. 

The  horse-soldiers  wore  tall  bonnets  of  pure  white 
ermine,  with  a  wide  headband  of  gold,  with  a  large 
jewel  in  the  center  of  the  forehead.  They  did  not 
bear  shields,  instead,  fastened  to  the  left  arm,  was  a 
wide  vambrace  of  metal,  taking  the  curvature  of  the 
arm  from  the  top  of  the  shoulder  to  the  tips  of  the 
fingers.  In  their  right  hands  they  carried  tremendous 
swords.  These  were  their  only  weapons. 

Following  the  horsemen  were  eight  hundred  foot- 
soldiers.  They  wore  short  tunics  of  dead  mail, 
elongated  shields,  seven-foot  spears  with  casting 
straps,  and  short,  heavy  swords ;  upon  their  feet  were 
heavy  leather  buskins.  Each  man  wore  a  close-fitting 
copper  cap,  with  a  rim  of  ermine  running  around  the 
brim. 

Stolid  and  grim  they  came,  never  stopping  but  pass 
ing  into  a  defile  on  the  opposite  side,  and  disappearing 
from  sight.  Hardly  had  they  gone  when  the  trum 
peters  announced  the  coming  of  a  second  division. 

"  The  Gothites,"  said  Zirkan.  "  These  are  terrible 
men,  as  you  may  judge  by  their  appearance.  They 
had  no  horsemen,  but  fifty  men,  carrying  short  ox-tail 
banners,  marched  in  advance  of  the  main  column. 
They  made  no  sound  as  they  marched  because  they 
wore  moccasins  made  of  softly  dressed  leather. 

"  Let  -me  call  your  attention  to  their  armor,"  said 
Zirkan.  "  It  is  made  of  ox-hide  thongs  twisted  into 
ropes  and  woven  upon  the  body  of  the  soldier,  in  order 


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that  it  may  fit  him  perfectly.  When  the  call  of  war 
comes,  they  don  this  invulnerable  suit,  and  it  is  tightly 
laced  upon  them,  not  to  be  removed  till  the  war  is 
ended.  The  officers  and  men  are  dressed  alike  in  order 
that  the  officers  may  not  be  individually  picked  off  in 
battle.  Their  weapons  consist  of  a  small,  round  shield, 
and  a  short,  stout  dagger  attached  to  a  rawhide  thong 
twenty  feet  in  length  and  looped  upon  their  wrists. 
They  cast  these  daggers  with  such  precision  and 
strength  that  they  plunge  them  to  the  hilt  into  their 
victims,  then  snatch  it  back  into  their  hands  by  a  sud 
den  jerk  of  the  line.  In  close  fighting  they  do  the 
most  terrible  execution.  Their  bonnets  are  of  the 
same  material,  with  a  flap  extending  down  to  protect 
their  necks,  their  faces  and  hands  alone  being  exposed. 
This  singular  armor  is  soaked  in  oil,  and  turns  the 
points  of  both  arrows  and  ordinary  spears.  These 
intrepid  men  fight  at  close  quarters,  and  are  terrible 
to  cope  with." 

A  thousand  tremendous  Veloix  horsemen  came  next. 
Both  the  horses  and  the  men  were  extraordinary  in 
size,  giving  to  these  troopers  a  grandeur  in  keeping 
with  their  powers  to  do  battle.  They  were  heavily 
armored,  men  and  horses,  the  armor  consisting  of  al 
ternating  plates  of  copper  and  silver,  highly  polished. 
The  ranks  marched  in  advance  of  the  princely  leader. 
When  wholly  within  sight  of  the  reviewing  stand,  the 
troops  deployed  into  two  columns,  on  parade,  with 
their  tremendous  silver-bladed  pikes  crossed  high  in 
the  air.  Beneath  this  glinting  archway  the  Prince 
Helgrave,  and  his  splendid  retinue,  rode  to  the  front, 
reviewing  his  own  troops  and  taking  his  position  as 
leader.  Then  the  steady  "Clank!  Clank!  Clank!"  of 
war  passed  on.  There  was  no  applause.  Even  kings 


THE  GATHERING  OF  THE  CLANS      215 

were  awed!  into  deathlike  silence  as  this  terrible  shimmer 
and  clank  of  war  passed  between  the  cliffs  and  out  of 
sight. 

"What  is  this?"  exclaimed  Cyaxares.  "Look! 
You  cannot  see  a  man,  yet  the  whole  mass  is  moving 
rapidly.  I  do  not  understand  this."  Saluciea  clung 
to  him  as  if!  afraid.  Zirkan  stood  up  in  his  excitement, 
and  stared  in  amazement  at  the  queer  spectacle,  say 
ing: 

"  It  is  new  to  me,  but  that  banner  of  black  ox-tails 
belongs  to  the  Hoplites.  This  is  something  new, 
surely." 

On  came  the  solid  mass  of  black,  and  still  not  a  man 
could  be  seen.  As  the  body  passed  beneath  them,  they 
looked  down  upon  a  solid  tent  of  steel,  which  com 
pletely  concealed  a  thousand  men.  It  was  a  singular 
and  an  awe-inspiring  sight.  Suddenly  the  tents  were 
ripped  asunder,  and  it  was  seen  that  their  armor  con 
sisted  of  six-foot  convex  steel  shields  in  sets  of  ten, 
chained  together  at  their  edges.  Through  a  ring, 
and  between  the  shields,  protruded  large  pikes.  When 
the  shields  rested  upon  the  ground  the  whole  ten  shields 
were  braced  by  these  pikes  into  an  impregnable  for 
tress,  the  butts  of  the  pikes  being  sunk  into  the  earth, 
while  the  points  projected  out  in  the  front  twelve  feet 
to  receive  a  cavalry  charge.  Twenty  men  followed  be 
hind  each  ten  shields.  By  overlapping  the  tops  in 
marching  the  men  were  wholly  concealed,  and  they 
were  protected  from  arrows  from  points  above  them. 
Their  weapons  of  warfare  could  not  be  made  out. 
Cyaxares  was  deeply  concerned  about  this  strange 
equipment  and  made  a  mental  determination  to  see  it 
in  action. 

Before    they    could    comment    further,    they    were 


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aroused  by  the  approach  of  the  most  startling  thing 
that  they  had  yet  seen.  The  Shalemites  were  coming. 
All  the  kings  arose  in  alarm.  The  priests  along  the  high 
gallery  could  be  seen  running  excitedly  about,  pointing 
and  gesticulating  like  mad.  Their  position  gave  them 
an  earlier  view  of  the  approaching  troops.  Amid  the 
most  fear-inspiring  screams  and  howls  and  screeches 
there  came  thundering  by  a  thousand  wild  men,  each 
mounted  on  a  wild  horse  without  bridle  or  saddle,  and 
leading  by  a  long  rawhide  thong  one  of  those  terrors 
of  the  steppes,  the  wolflike  dog  such  as  guarded  the 
Sapor.  Every  hair  was  a  bristle,  and  they  were  all 
standing  out  like  quills.  These  beasts  were  furiously 
baying,  their  long  white  fangs  snapping  like  castanets 
as  they  threw  their  vicious  bodies  about,  running  with 
the  equally  vicious,  foam-covered  horses  that  were 
squealing  and  biting  at  their  fellows.  The  men  wore 
trunks  made  of  rawhide  and  a  wide  cincture  of  black 
metal  extending  from  their  armpits  to  their  hips. 
They  carried  small  round  copper  shields  and  twelve- 
foot  spears. 

As  they  swept  past  the  reviewers  like  a  raging 
tempest,  Saluciea  hid  her  face  in  Cyaxares'  bosom,  the 
prince  held  his  breath  in  amazement,  and  Zirkan 
dropped  back  exhausted  with  the  excitement  that  this 
terrifying  clan  had  inspired. 

"  The  Shalemities,"  he  groaned.  "  They  are  the 
fanatics.  In  battle  they  cannot  be  restrained,  for  they 
have  no  leader.  They  rush  upon  the  enemy  in  the 
night,  stampede  their  horses,  turn  these  savage,  man- 
eating  dogs  upon  the  soldiers,  and  so  demoralize  an 
army  that  it  is  easy  to  follow  it  up  and  win  a  battle." 

Evidently  the  passing  of  this  band  of  savages  had 
greatly  excited  the  kings.  They  stood  in  groups 


THE  GATHERING  OF  THE  CLANS     217 

wildly  gesticulating,  and  the  clamor  of  their  excited 
voices  could  be  heard  by  the  watchers  in  the  alcove 
above.  Then  all  turned  again  to  the  approach.  The 
beautiful  gold-spangled,  silken  banners  of  the  Basques 
were  pluming  the  crest.  Now  King  Bassal  himself  was 
seen  riding  alone  in  advance  of  his  army,  his  great 
white  charger  prancing  and  gracefully  nodding  his 
proud  head  as  if  trying  to  call  attention  to  his  gold- 
mounted  accouterment  and  the  bouncing  plume  of 
tufted  silks  that  perched  high  above  his  alert  ears. 

The  king  was  a  young  man  with  golden  hair  and 
fair/^kin.  He  was  dressed  in  white  and  gold,  while 
a  wide  train  of  magnificent  ermine  edged  with  purple 
panoplied  his  steed,  trailing  over  the  haunches  almost 
to  the  ground.  He  wore  no  bonnet,  but  about  his 
head  was  a  wide  gold  band  with  the  usual  rare  gem  in 
the  center  of  the  forehead.  He  carried  no  weapon. 
Following  this  splendid  king  came  fifty  men,  arrayed, 
in  almost  equal  splendor,  every  man  a  prince.  Swung 
to  their  shoulders  by  gold  cords,  with  tassels  of  silver, 
were  long  polished  cow-horns  made  into  trumpets,  their 
soft  notes  sounding  like  sweet  music  when  sounded  in 
unison,  their  concordant  notes  seeming  to  search  out 
the  nooks  in  the  very  walls.  These  trumpeters  wore 
tall  hats  of  ermine  with  cockades  of  yellow.  The 
troopers  were  all  mounted  upon  splendid  white  horses, 
each  horse  being  half-armored  by  a  blanket  of  linked 
silver,  covering  also  the  head  and  neck.  The  men 
wore  close-fitting  tunics  of  mail,  with  ermine-trimmed, 
quilted  silver  basinets  with  camail  extending  down 
about  the  neck  and  attached  to  heavy  metal  roundlets 
at  the  top  of  the  shoulder.  Their  armament  consisted 
of  a  small  oval  shield,  a  short  stout  sword,  and  a  long 
sword-edged  spear.  This  was  a  splendid  troop,  and 


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the  young-  king  was  popular.  All  the  kings  arose  and 
saluted  him,  while  hundreds  of  priests  waved  their 
hands  from  the  distant  balcony.  The  king,  keen  of 
eye,  gracefully  acknowledged  the  greetings  of  both 
kings  and  prelates. 

"  A  beautiful  sight,"  sighed  Saluciea. 

"  A  handsome  king,"  said  Cyaxares.  But  his  happy 
companion  only  pressed  his  arm,  and  looked  beseech 
ingly  up  into  his  face,  her  big  blue  eyes  aglow  with 
the  growing  passion  that  close  proximity  had  inspired. 
Zirkan  being  just  at  that  moment  engaged  in  arrang 
ing  the  refreshments,  Cyaxares  drew  her  close  up  to 
him,  and  pressed  upon  her  lips  the  kiss  that  kills  or 
cures.  The  enamored  woman  trembled  with  the  excite 
ment  of  soul  desires  as  she  whispered,  "  Could  I  be  cer 
tain  of  forever  remembering  this  blissful  hour,  I  would 
gladly  die  that  I  might  not  trouble  you  more,  my  dear 
Cyaxares." 

"  Never  cease  troubling  me,  if  this  is  trouble,"  re 
plied  Cyaxares. 

"  Oh,  but,1  my  king,  I  know  that  I  can  never  be  more 
to  you,  therefore  I  am  feasting  my  soul  in  this  hour 
of  joy.  I  have  so  long  been  heart-hungry  that  I  am 
overjoyed  even  to  receive  the  breath  of  love.  You 
are  a  man.  You  do  not  know,  you  cannot  know  the 
longings  of  a  woman  that  has  never  been  loved.  Some 
thing  tells  me  that  I  may  never  see  you  again.  Per 
haps  you  may  fall  a  victim  of  war;  wounded  unto 
death  you  may  fall  with  no  one  to  nurse  you  back  to 
life.  Cyaxares,  I  am  strong,  I  am  brave,  I  have  been 
seized  with  a  wild  desire  to  go  with  you.  Let  me  put 
on  armor  and  fight  by  your  side.  Let  me  be  your  aide. 
I  will  make  a  good,  obedient  soldier,  and  I  know  that 
you  will  need  me.  Please,  Cyaxares  !  " 


THE  GATHERING  OF  THE  CLANS      219 

Cyaxares  listened  in  amazement,  exclaiming: 
"  Saluciea !  Why,  why,  what  is  this  that  you  are  say 
ing?  Surely  you  are  losing  your  mind." 

She  only  held  out  her  hands,  pleading  "  Please," 
with  a  pathos  in  her  sweet,  fiutelike  voice  that  searched 
his  very  center.  He  could  not  quickly  recover  from  the 
shock  that  this  astounding  proposition  gave  him,  yet 
there  was  something  within  closely  akin  to  joy  as  he 
looked  into  her  lovely  face,  and  said  it  all  over  to  him 
self. 

A  discreet  clearing  of  the  throat  warned  them  that 
Zirkan  was  coming.  He  had  arranged  the  delicious 
luncheon  upon  a  small  table,  which  he  now  pushed  into 
the  alcove  to  enable  them  to  partake  without  losing  any 
part  of  the  rare  show  without. 

"  Zirkan,  is  Nahan  at  his  extreme  age  going  to  the 
front?"  Saluciea  almost  looked  frightened  at  this 
question.  Could  it  be  possible  that  Cyaxares  would 
accept  her  challenge?  Before  Zirkan  could  make  an 
swer  there  was  a  blare  of  trumpets,  and  the  shouts  of 
applause  could  be  heard  plainly. 

"  Look ! "  exclaimed  Zirkan.  "  Your  question  is 
quickly  answered.  See  the  grand  old  man !  " 

"  My  father !  "  whispered  Saluciea. 

Cyaxares  looked  in  astonishment.  There,  in  jet 
black  armor  and  riding  a  black  horse  with  black  ac- 
couterments,  was  none  other  than  King  Nahan,  one 
hundred  and  twelve  years  old,  and  yet  an  imposing 
figure,  strong  and  erect  as  any  young  prince.  Then 
he  stole  a  glance  at  Saluciea.  There  was  a  look  of 
triumph  in  her  eyes  that  were  now  full  of  the  fires 
of  war.  He  was  afraid  to  look  again  for  he  was  more 
than  puzzled.  He  was  tempted  as  he  had  never  been 
tempted  before. 


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Now  his  attention  was  drawn  to  the  awe-inspiring 
sight  below.  What  was  this,  a  funeral  cortege?  The 
applause  had  ceased.  The  kings  sat  in  silent  con 
templation  of  this  dread-inspiring  reminder  of  war 
fare.  An  escort  of  twenty  grim  horsemen,  all  accou- 
tered  in  funeral  black,  accompanied  Nahan;  then 
came  that  funeral  band,  every  man  in  jet  black  armor 
with  a  tall  black  plume  in  the  top  of  his  helmet.  Upon 
their  roundlesed  shoulders  they  carried  tremendous 
black  battle-axes.  They  inspired  one  with  creeping 
horrors  as  their  singular  rumbling  tread  —  tramp ! 
tramp !  tramp !  —  sounded  as  steadily  and  as  rhyth 
mic  as  the  strokes  of  time.  This  was  not  pomp  nor 
parade,  this  was  death  stalking  forth  to  do  battle. 
No  soldier  could  look  upon  this  symbol  of  night  and 
retain  his  courage.  It  inspired  the  kind  of  dread  that 
causes  men  to  throw  down  their  arms  and  seek  a  place 
to  hide  themselves.  These  were  veterans  that  had 
neither  scruples  about  killing  others  nor  fear  of  death 
themselves. 

Saluciea  shivered  and  crept  closer  to  Cyaxares. 
Cyaxares  looked  at  Zirkan.  They  sat  silent  for  a 
moment,  then  Zirkan  said :  "  Yes,  that  means  war. 
Nahan  will  conduct  the  campaign." 

Clan  after  clan  came  and  went,  bowmen,  spearmen, 
swordsmen,  the  primitive  tribes,  dressed  in  skins  and 
bearing  clubs,  slingmen  with  their  well-laden  pouches 
and  death-dealing  rawhide  slings,  and  lastly  a  thousand 
bell-ringers,  another  queer  weapon  of  warfare.  But 
none  inspired  the  onlookers  as  did  the  regiment  of 
death  that  grimly  followed  the  old  warrior  Nahan. 

It  was  over;  the  clans  of  the  Holy  Crater  had  passed 
out  to  do  battle  upon  the  plains.  A  pang  of  sadness 
was  left  in  every  heart.  How  many  of  these  brave 


men  would  return?  But  it  was  now  too  late  to  weep. 
It  might  mean  that  the  whole  world  would  become  in 
volved  in  war,  calling  for  a  million  more.  They  would 
promptly  respond  to  the  call. 

They  were  standing  in  the  alcove  preparatory  to 
returning  to  the  palace.  Saluciea  placed  her  hands 
upon  Zirkan's  shoulders,  saying, 

"  My  dear,  good  Zirkan,  I  want  to  go  to  the  war." 

"  Why,  Saluciea,  what  do  you  mean?  '* 

"  I  mean  just  what  I  say,  I  want  to  go  to  the  war, 
I  want  to  put  on  armor  and  go  to  war  with  him," 
and  she  pointed  at  Cyaxares  who  stood,  uncertain  what 
to  do  or  say. 

Zirkan  looked  startled.  He  stared  first  at  Cyaxares, 
then  at  Saluciea,  finally  grunting :  "  Huh !  I'll  think 
about  it.  We  must  return  to  the  palace  quickly.  You 
must  at  once  prepare  for  your  departure,  Cyaxares. 
Your  own  men  will  be  awaiting  you  where  you  left 
them.  .  Then  you  will  be  conducted  to  the  head  of  your 
army." 


CHAPTER  XIII 

THE  DEATH   OK  THE   SAPOE 

UPON  their  return  to  the  rooms  of  Zirkan,  they 
were  alarmed  to  hear  a  tumult  in  the  palace.  The 
great  hounds  were  baying ;  loud  moans  could  be  heard, 
and  there  were  other  indications  that  something  out  of 
the  ordinary  had  occurred  during  their  absence. 

Zirkan  hastened  to  get  Saluciea  safely  back  to 
Nahan's  palace,  then  returned  to  investigate.  In  the 
audience  chamber  he  found  the  council  sitting  in  silence, 
and  waiting  for  him.  They  arose,  holding  up  their 
hands,  and  emitting  groans. 

"  What  does  this  mean  ?  "  demanded  Zirkan. 

"  The  Sapor  is  dead !  "  they  whispered. 

"  The  Sapor  dead !  "  exclaimed  Zirkan  in  an  awed 
whisper. 

"  Yes,  she  passed  away  an  hour  ago.  The  queen 
is  alone  with  her,  and  bids  you  come  to  her  at  once. 
We  could  not  find  you,  and  her  wails  have  grown 
louder  each  minute.  Listen  !  " 

"  O-o-o-o ! "  The  mournful  wail  of  death  echoed 
through  the  unsympathetic  corridors. 

Hastening  through  the  antechamber  of  the  queen's 
apartments,  Zirkan  was  quickly  admitted  into  the 
chamber  of  death. 

The  queen  arose,  and,  with  streaming  eyes  and  self- 
accusing  mien,  she  pointed  to  the  pitiful  creature  lying 
lifeless  upon  a  couch,  and  screamed:  "I  killed  her! 

Oh !  I  killed  her,  and  she  was  my  mother !     What  shall 

222 


THE  DEATH  OF  THE  SAPOR  223 

I  do?  "  Then  she  smote  her  bosom  in  her  great  dis 
tress. 

Zirkan  stood  with  bowed  head  until  the  quiet  was 
broken  only  by  her  sobs,  then  he  said: 

"  Restrain  your  grief,  your  Majesty.  Death  must 
come  to  every  one.  You  must  not  accuse  yourself  of 
destroying  your  mother.  You  did  not.  She  was  frail, 
and  her  time  had  come.  I  must  acquit  you  of  your 
self-accusation." 

"  Oh,  Zirkan,  you  comfort  me  much,  but  my  con 
science  is  not  so  generous.  I  feel  that  my  act  in  the 
presence  of  you  and  our  noble  visitor  was  the  direct 
cause  of  my  poor  mother's  death.  But  my  life  has 
been  one  constant  disappointment  after  another.  The 
king  was  too  cruel  to  me,  and  my  mother  usurped  my 
rights  and  prerogatives  as  queen.  O  but  I  did  not 
mean  to  be  so  cruel.  I  did  not  mean  it."  And  her 
voice  again  broke  into  the  wail  that  had  been  heard 
without. 

Suddenly  she  arose,  stepped  to  the  couch,  and  threw 
a  robe  over  the  figure,  then  turning  to  Zirkan,  she  said : 

"  Zirkan,  I  am  the  Sapor.  Go  bring  to  this  cham 
ber  the  Prince  Cyaxares.  I  wish  to  consult  with  him 
regarding  this  war."  Zirkan  bowed  and  retired.  As 
he  passed  out  through  the  audience  chamber  he  paused, 
saying: 

"  Yes,  the  Sapor  is  dead.  The  queen  desires  to 
know  the  wishes  of  the  council  of  state  regarding  the 
succession,  the  Sapor's  last  words  being  that  the  queen 
should  become  the  Sapor.  There  are  urgent  reasons 
why  immediate  action  should  be  taken,  because  Prince 
Cyaxares  was  ready  to  receive  his  authority  in  this 
war  by  the  seal  of  the  Sapor.  The  whole  army  knows 
this,  therefore  we  should  by  all  means  conceal  from 


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the  kings  and  from  the  whole  outside  world  the  sudden 
demise  of  the  Sapor,  and  place  the  queen  upon  her 
throne  with  all  the  powers  of  the  Sapor,  that  the  army 
be  not  demoralized.  .  .  .  The  prince  is  now 
awaiting  his  final  instructions  before  going  to  the 
head  of  the  army  assigned  to  him.  I  am  helpless  to 
act  without  the  Sapor's  instructions.  I  suggest  that 
we,  in  our  authority  under  such  emergencies,  declare 
the  queen  to  be  the  ruling  Sapor,  and  swear  the  young 
prince  to  secrecy  before  he  takes  his  departure." 

Zirkan's  suggestion  was  adopted,  and  the  great  coun 
cil  of  state  declared  the  queen  to  be  the  ruler  in  fact 
over  all  the  Holy  Crater,  the  lord  of  war  being  in 
structed  to  convey  to  the  queen  these  glad  tidings. 

Cyaxares  waited  for  Zirkan's  return  with  great  im 
patience,  because  of  the  certainty  that  a  calamity  had 
occurred.  He  was  greatly  shocked  to  learn  that  the 
Sapor  had  passed  away.  He  regretted  having  wit 
nessed  the  outburst  of  anger  on  the  part  of  the  queen, 
because  he  could  not  help  believing  that  that  assault 
was  the  indirect  cause  of  the  frail  creature's  death. 
Zirkan  quickly  advised  him  of  what  had  occurred,  and 
especially  warned  him  against  any  word  or  act  that 
might  be  construed  as  disapproving  of  what  had  been 
officially  done.  The  queen  was  now  the  Sapor,  and 
supreme  over  the  law  itself.  Moreover,  she  was  quick 
to  jealousy  or  offense.  He  would  hasten  back  to  the 
queen's  chambers,  and  Cyaxares  was  shortly  to  fol 
low. 

Reentering  the  queen's  reception  room,  Zirkan  said 
to  the  queen: 

"  If  it  pleases  your  Majesty,  the  council  of  state, 
awaiting  the  will  of  the  Sapor  to  give  to  her  army 
final  instructions,  was  assembled  in  the  great  audience 


THE  DEATH  OF  THE  SAPOR  225 

chamber  when  word  came  unto  them  that  the  Sapor 
was  dead.  The  urgency  of  the  occasion  caused  them 
immediately  and  officially  to  declare  your  Majesty 
Sapor  and  ruler  supreme  over  the  Holy  Crater.  The 
Prince  Cyaxares  is  waiting  without  to  receive  his  last 
instructions." 

Making  no  comment  on  the  announcement  that  she 
had  been  declared  the  Sapor,  she  said: 

"  Bring  Cyaxares  to  my  audience  chamber.  I  must 
have  private  audience  with  him.  Then  you  prepare 
the  golden  casket,  place  within  it  the  remains  of  the 
dead  Sapor,  and  be  ready  to  consign  it  to  the  Holy 
Crater  within  the  hour." 

Zirkan  conducted  Cyaxares  to  the  beautiful  cham 
ber  in  which  he  had  been  first  received  by  the  queen. 
She  was  alone,  not  even  a  slave  or  other  attendant 
being  in  sight.  As  she  posed,  half  reclining,  upon 
a  richly  appointed  divan,  she  was  really  a  magnificent 
specimen  of  womanhood. 

As  he  stood  hesitating  for  a  moment,  she  arose,  ex 
tended  her  hands,  and  said: 

"  I  am  glad  you  have  come,  Cyaxares.  I  need  a 
friend  in  this  trying  hour.  Zirkan  has  told  you?  " 

"  Yes,  your  Majesty.  You  have  my  greatest  sym 
pathy.  I  am  wholly  at  your  service." 

"  You  know  that  I  am  now  the  Sapor?  " 

"  Yes,  your  Majesty." 

"  Don't  call  me  '  Your  Majesty.'  My  name  is 
Nahali.  I  grant  you  the  privilege  of  calling  me 
Nahali,  as  I  call  you  Cyaxares." 

"  It  will  be  most  difficult  for  me  to  assume  that 
familiarity  with  so  great  a  queen." 

"  To  you  I  am  something  greater  than  a  queen,  I 
am  a  woman ;  honor  me  as  a  woman,  for  I  have  been 


226  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

deprived  of  that  homage  all  my  life.  Could  I  do  so 
with  safety,  I  would  flee  to  the  wilds  of  yonder  moun 
tains  to  escape  from  this  imprisonment  that  is  crush 
ing  the  life  and  spirit  out  of  me.  Oh,  Cyaxares,  you 
do  not  know  what  my  life  has  been,  or  you  would  pity 
me,"  and,  to  his  wonderment,  she  covered  her  face  with 
her  hands,  and  wept  till  the  tears  were  visible  upon  her 
fingers. 

Cyaxares  was  much  touched  by  this  strange  confi 
dence  on  the  part  of  a  woman  harassed  by  grief  and 
desire,  and  was  puzzled  to  know  what  to  do  or  say. 
But  again  he  decided  to  accept  the  challenge  and  treat 
her  as  a  woman,  ignoring  thei  fact  that  she  was  now  the 
most  powerful  ruler  in  all  the  world. 

"  I  regret  having  come  here,  for  it  seems  that  I  have 
brought  only  trouble  upon  you, —  Nahali,"  he  said  in 
a  kindly,  regretful  tone. 

She  noted  the  hesitation,  and  caught  her  breath  as 
he  spoke  the  name  Nahali. 

"  How  sweetly  my  own  name  sounds  when  spoken  by 
you,  Cyaxares.  I  have  not  heard  it  spoken  before  in 
ten  years." 

"  I  am  so  sorry  that  you  are  unhappy,  and  you  now 
the  greatest  of  all  queens,"  he  said. 

"  Is  it  unreasonable  for  me  to  be  unhappy?  I  have 
been  within  these  prison  walls  all  my  life.  My  king 
was  cruel  and  hateful  toward  me.  I  was  deprived  of 
my  daughter's  love  when  she  was  all  that  I  had  to  con 
sole  me,  and  when  I  most  needed  her.  My  mother,  al 
ways  a  strange,  wild,  and  eccentric  being,  took  her 
greatest  delight  in  tormenting  me.  She  is  now  gone, 
and  I  hold  the  hollow  and  thankless  honor  of  being 
made  the  Sapor  in  a  moment  by  the  powers  that  rule 
the  world.  I  am  sick  and  tired  of  it  all." 


THE  DEATH  OF  THE  SAPOR  227 

"  Perhaps  the  coming  of  your  beloved  daughter  will 
change  things  to  make  your  life  a  happier  one,"  sug 
gested  Cyaxares. 

"  I  am  fearful  that  I  will  not  now  love  her  as  I  did 
when  she  was  a  sweet  and  beautiful  child.  Moreover, 
it  would  be  entirely  in  keeping  with  all  my  other  trou 
bles  for  her  to  try  to  annul  my  election  as  the  Sapor, 
for  she  knows  the  provisions  of  her  father's  will." 

"  I  cannot  imagine  the  sweet  Madrilla  having  any 
trait  that  could  hurt  another,"  said  Cyaxares,  noting 
the  suggestion  that  the  powers  of  the  Sapor  might  be 
taken  away  from  her.  Evidently  she  thought  it  more 
than  a  hollow  honor.  "  May  I  ask,  your  Majesty,  if 
the  name  Nahali  implies  relationship  to  Nahan?  " 

"  Nahan  is  my  father's  brother.  My  uncle  is  not 
friendly  to  me,"  she  said,  with  a  sigh. 

"  It  is  well  for  me  to  know  these  matters,  for  I  am 
your  friend,"  he  ventured.  Nevertheless,  he  was 
startled  at  his  own  thoughts.  Saluciea  was  the  only 
daughter  of  Nahan,  who  had  now  taken  her  to  his 
bosom,  acknowledging  her  as  his  own.  Moreover, 
Nahan  was  the  strongest  figure  in  the  confederation. 

"Instruct  me,  your  Majesty, —  Nahali,  what  you 
would  have  me  do  during  this  war,  that  I  may  be  of 
special  service  to  you." 

"  Finish  it  quickly  and  return  here.  Life  is  short," 
was  the  prompt  reply. 

"  But  you  know  my  ambition  is  to  redeem  Little 
Ironia." 

"  You  will  be  greater  here  than  as  king  over  Ironia, 
and  you  may  rule  Ironia  also,"  was  her  startling  reply. 

Complications  were  looming  big  before  he  had  even 
started  for  war. 

"  I  need  you  now  greatly,  you  and  Zirkan.     The 


228  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

outside  world  must  know  absolutely  nothing  of  what 
has  happened  within  the  walls  of  this  palace.  It  be 
lieves  that  the  king  still  lives,  and  it  must  continue  to 
believe  so.  I  will  summon  Zirkan,"  and  she  softly 
struck  her  silver  gong. 

Zirkan  quickly   appeared. 

"  Is  all  in  readiness?  "  she  asked,  with  a  little  gasp. 

"  Yes,  your  Majesty." 

"  Come,"  she  said  to  Cyaxares,  "  let  me  lean  upon 
you,  for  I  need  support  in  this  trying  hour,"  and  she 
motioned  to  Zirkan  to  go  forward. 

Passing  through  a  long  corridor,  Zirkan 
way.  Nahali  was  scarcely  able  to  proceed. 
Cyaxares  said, 

"  Allow  me  this  great  honor  of  supporting  you," 
and  he  passed  his  strong  arm  about  her  soft,  yielding 
body,  and  supported  her  as  they  walked.  She  offered 
no  resistance. 

Entering  a  queer,  circular  room,  Zirkan  tapped  a 
gong  softly,  and  six  powerful  Ethiopians  entered  in 
procession.  The  first  two  carried  upon  a  litter  a 
golden  casket.  It  contained  the  remains  of  the  Sapor. 
The  other  four  slaves  bore  two  litters,  upon  which 
were  two  strong  silken  bags. 

Cyaxares  looked  questioningly  at  Nahali. 

"  Her  faithful  dogs,"  she  whispered. 

They  now  walked  to  the  center  of  the  room,  where 
yawned  a  black  chasm  extending  into  the  dark  depths 
below. 

"  For  thousands  of  years  this  has  been  the  sepulchre 
of  the  Sapors,"  she  whispered. 

Ropes  of  great  length  had  been  attached  to  the  cas 
ket  and  to  the  bags,  and  now  they  were  dropped  down, 
down,  till  the  ends  of  the  ropes  were  reached.  Zirkan 


229 

looked  at  Nahali,  and  she  drew  Cyaxares  to  the  edge. 
The  ropes  were  released.  Not  a  sound  was  heard. 
They  had  passed  into  unknown  space  in  this  bottomless 
pit,  the  heart  of  the  Holy  Crater. 

Nahali  staggered  back,  and  Cyaxares  grasped  her  in 
his  arms.  At  a  motion  from  Zirkan,  he  bore  her  back 
through  the  corridor  to  her  own  apartment,  and  gently 
placed  her  upon  her  couch,  where  she  lay  white  and 
calm.  He  remained  by  her  side  until  she  recovered 
with  a  moan,  which  smote  him  to  his  very  marrow.  It 
was  the  wail  of  a  heart-sore  and  lonely  being. 

"  Nahali,"  he  whispered. 

"  Cyaxares,  you  are  good,  but  you  must  go  now. 
But  come  back  quickly." 

He  stood  for  a  moment,  then  gave  way  to  the  emo 
tion  pent-up  within  him.  Grasping  her  hands  he  ca 
ressed  them  as  he  pleaded  with  her  to  arouse  herself, 
to  be  brave,  and  to  remember  that  he  was  going  to 
war  for  her.  He  would  bring  back  happiness  to  her 
sad  and  lonely  life. 

Truly,  sympathy  is  close  akin  to  love.  She  kissed 
his  hands,  and  bade  him  good  speed.  A  feeling  of 
sorrow  possessed  him  as  he  passed  out  of  the  room. 
Here  was  another  great  soul  pining  for  the 
simplest  form  of  love  and  comforting  companionship. 
"  Surely,"  thought  he,  "  the  world  is  misbalanced." 

Zirkan  impatiently  awaited  him. 

"  Come,  Cyaxares,"  he  said,  "  you  have  no  time  to 
tarry.  The  sun  is  now  below  the  mountain  rim.  You 
must  join  the  army  ere  it  is  dark,  for  with  the  first 
light  of  day  you  must  be  marching.  I  have  prepared 
all  credentials  and  advices  giving  you  full  and  free 
authority  over  your  own  division  of  five  thousand  men. 
These  will  be  given  to  you  by  your  captain  of  guards, 


230  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

the  young  Prince  Hanan,  son  of  Nahan,  whom  I  com 
mend  to  you  as  a  companion  and  confidential  aide. 
Now  good  fortune  go  with  you.  You  have  the  good 
will  and  confidence  of  the  great  council.  You  must 
quickly  don  this  coat  of  mail.  You  will  find  all  other 
equipment  in  your  tent." 

"  Zirkan,  I  cannot  fully  express  to  you  my  gratitude 
for  the  kindness  that  you  have  heaped  upon  me  here. 
The  future,  no  doubt,  will  give  to  me  some  suitable  op 
portunity  to  repay  you.  Must  I  go  without  saying 
farewell  to  Saluciea?" 

The  high  priest  stood  for  a  moment  in  deep  thought, 
then  he  suddenly  said, 

"  Yes,  you  must  depart  now,"  and  he  conducted  him 
to  the  outer  room  where  his  body-guard  awaited  him. 
It  consisted  of  twelve  splendidly  accoutered  men  who 
surrounded  him,  and,  without  a  word,  passed  on  out 
of  the  Sapor's  palace,  through  the  gardens  of  the 
priests  of  the  Holy  Crater  and  to  the  small  plateau 
where  his  former  retinue  and  horses  awaited  them. 

Prince  Hanan  saluted  his  chieftain,  and  presented  to 
him  a  sealed  packet,  containing  his  instructions  from 
the  powers  in  the  Holy  Crater.  At  Cyaxares'  bidding 
the  prince  took  a  position  by  his  side,  and  the  cavalcade 
proceeded  to  the  lower  plateau,  where  his  army  awaited 
him. 

That  night  by  the  light  of  flambeaux  a  war  council 
was  held  in  the  camp  of  Prince  Cyaxares.  Each  di 
vision  commander  received  his  last  instructions,  and 
sleep  encompassed  the  camp. 

By  a  small  silver  lamp  Cyaxares  broke  the  seal  upon 
the  packet,  which  had  been  delivered  to  him.  It  con 
tained  but  three  documents.  The  first  was  a  brief  no 
tice  that  the  great  council  of  the  Holy  Crater,  at  the 


THE  DEATH  OF  THE  SAPOR  231 

will  of  the  Sapor,  had  elected  him  a  prince  of  the  clans 
of  the  Holy  Crater,  with  all  the  rights  and  privileges 
granted  to  all  other  princes  and  kings  of  the  holy  city. 
This  legalized  all  his  acts  of  war. 

The  second  document  was  an  affectionate  message 
from  Nahali,  the  Sapor,  begging  him  not  to  endanger 
needlessly  his  life,  wishing  him  all  good  health  and  the 
good  fortunes  of  war.  The  startling  clause  in  this 
note  was, 

"  As  an  adopted  member  of  the  Sapor's  household, 
I  warn  you  against  entangling  alliances  with  women." 
Cyaxares  pondered  long  and  earnestly  over  this  par 
ental  interest  in  his  personal  affairs.  He  could  fore 
see  troubles  ahead  perhaps  more  dangerous  than  the 
war  itself,  yet  he  took  no  deep  offense  that  Nahali  had 
thus  threatened  him.  It  was  something  to  flatter  the 
most  indifferent  man.  But  he  was  not  wholly  indiffer 
ent.  There  lingered  in  his  heart  a  sentiment  for  the 
lonely  queen  that  made  him  regret  to  leave  her  there 
alone.  Her  household  was  not  one  to  inspire  her  with 
pleasure  or  satisfaction.  While  the  women  chosen  for 
her  companions  were  well-meant  and  carefully  selected, 
they  were  native  princesses  with  limited  knowledge  of 
the  world.  Her  longing  for  a  broader  view  and  closer 
contact  with  worldly  things  constantly  irritated  her, 
and  caused  her  to  chafe  at  her  luxurious  imprisonment. 

Cyaxares  seemed  to  be  the  embodiment  of  that  great 
world  beyond,  into  which  she  was  trying  to  peer.  Had 
he  never  come,  she  would  have  taken  her  returning 
daughter '  Madrilla,  who  had  been  out  in  that  sea  of 
mystery,  into  her  bosom  and  her  confidence.  The  old 
motherly  love  would  have  been  doubly  enhanced  by  a 
new,  womanly  companionship  that  would  have  been 
superb,  making  them  both  happy  and  contented. 


THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

But  it  would  be  quite  different  now;  the  demon  jeal 
ousy  had  dethroned  motherly  affection,  and  had  already 
implanted  in  Nahali's  mind  a  teasing  uncertainty,  a 
suspicion  that  already,  perhaps,  there  was  something 
of  love  between  this  masterful  young  noble  and  her 
daughter.  A  morbid  nagging  kept  her  heart  sore  and 
her  temper  irritated.  Coming  of  a  fiercely  independ 
ent  race,  nothing  could  curb  her  when  once  aroused, 
though  beneath  this  turbulent  exterior  purred  one  of 
the  most  affectionate  and  lovable  characters  that  a  dis 
criminating  God  ever  created.  It  was  glimpses  of  this 
shining  through  her  temporary  aberration  that  was 
now  teasing  and  puzzling  Cyaxares  as  he  contemplated 
the  possibilities  of  future  dangers. 

With  a  perturbed  mind  the  prince  now  opened  the 
third  document.  It  was  more  at  length,  being  Zirkan's 
full,  friendly,  and  careful  instructions  and  advice.  It 
was  well-meant,  but  most  indiscreet,  for  the  highest 
official  of  the  Sapor's  household  thus  to  give  advice  to 
a  comparative  stranger,  even  mentioning  the  Sapor's 
name. 

It  warned  him  that  the  Sapor  had  become  so  enam 
ored  of  him  that  his  ambitions  to  succeed  his  father 
upon  the  throne  of  Ironia  might  be  dashed,  yet  it 
hinted  at  greater  honors.  He  especially  cautioned 
him  not  to  place  himself  in  a  compromising  attitude 
with  Madrilla.  This  seemed  to  be  the  danger  point, 
Zirkan  even  hinting  that  smaller  things  had  previously 
precipitated  devastating  holy  wars.  He  felt  disap 
pointed  that  no  mention  was  made  of  Saluciea.  Love, 
evidently,  was  a  dangerous  element  in  the  life  of  the 
Holy  Crater,  yet  the  most  beautiful  peace  and  amity 
seemed  to  prevail  in  the  city  of  kings. 

Placing  the  documents  in  his  bosom1  the  weary  young 


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prince  retired,  and  was  soon  wrapped  in  the  slumbers 
of  the  virtuous,  and  for  the  third  time  he  dreamed  of 
seeing  Madrilla  upon  the  throne,  but  this  time  he  saw 
himself  as  a  suppliant,  apparently  pleading  a  cause  in 
which  Saluciea  was  involved,  for  she  was  kneeling  and 
clinging  to  his  hand,  while  Nahali  was  peering  at  them 
from  behind  Madrilla's  chair,  and  there  was  a  malevo 
lence  in  her  face  intimating  some  sinister  interest.  He 
was  so  shocked  at  this  sleeping  picture  that  he  awoke 
to  find  himself  in  a  cold  sweat,  notwithstanding  the 
temperature  without  was  now  like  a  wintry  blast.  He 
could  sleep  no  more,  but  stepped  outside  his  tent  and 
stood  viewing  the  star-bedecked  heavens. 

"  The  Prince  Cyaxares  arises  early,"  said  a  gentle 
voice  at  his  side,  and,  as  he  quickly  turned  to  view  the 
speaker,  he  saw  that  it  was  the  young  Prince  Hanan, 
whose  tent  adjoined  his  own. 

"  Ah,  'tis  you,  my  dear  Prince  Hanan.  You  startled 
me,  and  why  are  you  yourself  not  wrapped  in  virtuous 
sleep?" 

"  I  am  not  accustomed  to  the  excitement  of  war, 
therefore  my  wits  are  in  a  turmoil.  I  cannot  keep  my 
eyes  closed." 

"  And  I  will  remind  you  that  when  I  saw  your  eyes 
to-day,  I  noticed  that  they  very  much  resembled  those 
of  your  sister,  Saluciea,  as  does  also  your  voice." 

"  So  I  have  been  told  by  others,"  replied  the  youth, 
with  becoming  confusion. 

"  The  moon  is  full  blown ;  let  us  walk  in  its  light 
and  talk  of  our  coming  struggle,"  said  Cyaxares,  and 
he  called  his  tent  guards  to  remain  near  them  for  pro 
tection. 

It  was  a  magnificent  night.  The  heavens  seemed 
studded  with  untold  wealth  in  diamonds,  sparkling  and 


twinkling  as  though  signaling  to  one  another.  Hanan 
pointed  this  out  to  Cyaxares,  saying: 

"  I  wonder  if  the  hosts  of  heaven  are  going  to  war. 
They  are  using  our  signal  code." 

Cyaxares  watched  them  for  a  moment,  then  replied: 

"  All  nature  seems  to  conform  to  the  same  rules  in 
warfare.  I  should  not  wonder  if  these  are  nations 
challenging  one  another." 

"  Or  maybe  lovers  signaling  that  all  is  well,"  re 
turned  Hanan. 

"  Oh,  you  are  in  love,"  exclaimed  Cyaxares.  "  Well, 
I  will  be  your  champion.  Serve  me  well,  and  I  will 
help  you  to  attain  the  object  of  your  affections." 

"  I  will  record  that  promise,"  quickly  responded 
Hanan.  "  But  what  promise  of  personal  sacrifice  do 
you  give  as  security  that  you  will  keep  your  pledge?  " 

"  If  I  must  give  bond,  then  I  pledge  my  honor  that 
I  will  make  any  personal  sacrifice  to  aid  you  in  secur 
ing  the  object  of  your  love,"  said  Cyaxares,  earnestly. 

"  Exchange  rings  with  me  on  that,"  and  Hanan  with 
drew  from  his  own  finger  a  ring  that  barely  fitted  upon 
the  small  finger  of  Cyaxares'  hand.  The  latter  also 
gave  to  Hanan  a  ring. 

"  I  have  a  great  liking  for  your  father,"  said  Cyax 
ares. 

"  My  newfound  sister  informs  me,  in  a  burst  of  sis 
terly  confidence,  that  she  has  a  great  liking  for  you." 

"  I  feel  deeply  complimented,  for  Saluciea  is  a 
woman  among  all  the  women  that  I  have  ever  known. 
I  can  tell  you  in  confidence  as  a  kindred  spirit,  that  I 
find  it  most  difficult  to  analyze  my  sentiment  for  Salu 
ciea.  I  could  adore  her  as  a  sister,  to  whom  I  could 
take  my  sorrows  and  my  joys.  I  envy  you  for  having 
this  privilege." 


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"  See  the  falling  star !  "  exclaimed  Hanan,  pointing 
to  a  long  streak  of  red  in  the  sky.  "  I  thought  the 
hosts  of  heaven  were  exchanging  war  signals.  It  is 
a  fallen  king.  It  must  be  reflected  upon  earth.  That 
means  Deioces,"  and  thus  they  passed  an  hour,  return 
ing  to  their  tents  composed  and  ready  to  sleep. 

At  the  first  flash  of  day  the  trumpets  sounded  and 
the  camp  was  astir,  well  rested  and  ready  for  a  long, 
tedious  day's  march. 

Cyaxares'  army  must  march  down  through  the  Der- 
bend  pass,  between  the  Caucasus  mountains  and  the 
Caspian  sea.  The  balance  of  the  great  army  was  to 
make  way  through  the  numerous  mountain  passes  to 
the  east. 

Cyaxares  had  wondered  how  this  vast  army  was  to 
be  sustained  in  the  field.  As  he  had  reviewed  them  in 
the  Holy  Crater,  there  was  no  intimation  of  a  com 
missary  corps.  But  now  he  beheld  long  trains  of  ox- 
drawn,  two-wheeled  carts  emerging  from  the  plain  be 
low,  and  he  knew  that  all  was  well. 

The  army  was  moving.  Soon  the  field  of  action 
would  be  reached,  and  the  horrors  of  warfare  would 
manifest  themselves. 

"  I  am  sad  as  the  hour  for  the  shedding  of  human 
blood  approaches,"  said  Cyaxares  to  his  companion. 

"  No  more  so  than  I,"  replied  Hanan.  "  I  prefer 
peace  and  quiet." 

"  Hanan,"  exclaimed  Cyaxares,  "  I  like  your  kind, 
gentle  nature.  Let  us  pledge  ourselves  to  defend  each 
other  in  this  war  to  the  last  drop  of  our  blood,  and  let 
us  hold  together  thus  through  life,  for  good  or  bad 
luck,"  and  they  struck  hands  in  token  of  eternal  friend 
ship. 


CHAPTER  XIV 

THE  BATTLE  BEFORE  ASPAHAN         i 

THE  hard  and  tiresome  march  of  sixty  thousand 
men  from  the  Holy  Crater  was  a  thing  to  try 
men's  souls ;  nevertheless,  the  army  was  in  splendid 
condition  upon  reaching  a  point  where  a  view  of  the 
plains  could  be  had.  It  needed  no  other  stimulus  to 
revive  the  lagging  spirits  of  the  soldiers  of  the  Sapor. 
They  looked,  they  saw  a  glittering  army  in  front  of 
the  city  of  Aspahan,  and  they  were  filled  with  blood 
thirsty  desire  to  do  battle. 

A  messenger  had  arrived  at  the  headquarters  of  the 
captain  general  saying  that  Cyaxares'  army  lay  in  the 
ravines  leading  into  the  Ironian  passes,  was  in  splendid 
condition,  had  made  complete  connection  with  the  sig 
nal  corps  of  Cambyses,  and  awaited  the  signal  to  move 
forward  and  take  possession  of  the  defiles,  and  cut  off 
Deioces'  retreat. 

Eager  to  watch  the  fierce  combat  that  would  occur 
upon  the  meeting  of  the  two  armies,  Cyaxares,  taking 
with  him  Hanan  and  a  body-guard  of  twelve  men,  went 
to  a  promontory  overlooking  the  battle-field,  arriving 
there  before  the  break  of  day. 

As  the  sun  arose,  amidst  a  sea  of  crimson  and  gold, 
they  beheld  a  wonderful  sight.  During  the  night  a 
mysterious  power  had  erected  about  the  army  of 
Deioces  a  tremendous  barricade  of  scrub  cedars,  miles 
upon  miles  of  it.  Behind  this  curious  fortification 

could  be  seen  division  after  division  of  the  holy  army. 

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THE  BATTLE  BEFORE  ASPAHAN      237 

As  a  whole  it  looked  like  a  great  animal  ready  to 
spring  upon  its  prey. 

That  Deioces'  army  was  surprised  and  alarmed  at 
this  unexpected  apparition  was  apparent  from  the 
activity  in  his  camp. 

Now  it  was  discovered  that  the  fortress  was  moving. 
It  was  drawing  closer  and  closer,  the  circle  was  nar 
rowing,  and  its  ends  were  gradually  turning  the  flanks 
of  Deioces'  army.  Something  had  to  be  done  and  that 
quickly,  else  this  great  serpent  would  draw  its  coils 
about  the  army  and  so  hamper  its  movements  that  it 
would  be  quickly  crushed.  Suddenly  a  body  of  two 
thousand  horsemen  dashed  in  a  charge  against  the  bar 
rier.  Not  two  hundred  out  of  the  two  thousand  es 
caped.  Instead  of  going  over,  or  through,  the  bar 
rier,  as  they  expected  to  do,  they  were  impaled  upon 
the  thousands  of  huge  pikes  concealed  in  the  foliage 
of  the  cedars  of  which  the  pile  was  constructed. 

This  instant  loss  of  a  large  part  of  his  horsemen 
startled  Deioces  to  a  realization  of  his  imminent  peril. 
His  whole  army  began  to  move.  From  the  flat  plain 
he  could  not  see  the  overwhelming  numbers  concealed 
behind  that  far-reaching  and  seemingly  frail  fortress. 
That  was  its  chief  object. 

Deioces  gave  the  one  order,  "  Penetrate  the  barrier, 
and  engage  the  enemy  at  close  quarters."  Cyaxares 
was  in  easy  reach  of  his  own  army,  therefore  the  trend 
of  battle  toward  his  position  did  not  alarm  him.  It 
brought  within  close  range  the  acute  features  of  the 
battle.  It  was  fascinating.  Ten  thousand  warriors 
made  a  dash  for  the  barrier.  They  reached  it,  evi 
dently  intending  to  top  it. 

"  Look !  "  exclaimed  Cyaxares,  in  amazement.  A 
section  of  the  barrier  seemed  to  rise  in  the  air  for  a 


238 

moment  and  then  descend,  engulfing  the  front  ranks  of 
the  charging  army.  The  army  fell  back  in  consterna 
tion,  and  started  a  disorderly  retreat.  Again  the  bar 
rier  was  raised,  and  from  beneath  it  came  those  pro 
tecting  shields.  Not  a  man  could  be  seen,  but  with  a 
deathlike  certainty  that  mass  of  black  metal  approached 
the  army  that  had  been  halted  in  its  retreat.  Sud 
denly  it  stopped,  and  from  between  the  tall  shields 
came  a  shower  of  arrows.  There  was  a  mysterious 
row  of  kneeling  reserves  behind  those  shields  that  did 
not  seem1  to  be  in  action,  but  when  with  a  shout  Deioces' 
army  plunged  forward,  both  horsemen  and  footmen 
bent  on  demolishing  that  formidable  shield,  an  unex 
pected  thing  occurred.  The  shields  were  momentarily 
lowered,  the  reserves  arose,  and  made  a  quick  motion, 
and  again  sank  behind  the  protecting  shields.  That 
was  the  most  startling  thing  that  ever  happened  to  an 
army.  The  air  was  literally  black  with  whirling  discs 
of  black  metal,  the  edges  of  the  discs  being  as  sharp  as 
a  knife-blade.  They  mowed  down  men  and  beasts 
alike,  cutting  and  slashing  as  no  other  weapon  could. 
Blood  flowed  like  water.  In  the  period  of  shock  the 
reserves  arose  and  shot  another  stream  of  death  into 
the  faltering  ranks.  This  new  weapon  of  warfare  was 
more  than  any  army  could  withstand.  Destruction  of 
the  whole  army  was  inevitable.  The  line  began  to  fall 
back,  leaving  a  dead  row  equal  in  proportion  to  the 
barrier  of  scrub  cedars. 

Cyaxares,  fearing  that  a  precipitate  retreat  might 
send  Deioces'  army  pell-mell  into  the  passes,  had  given 
the  signal,  and  his  army  had  separated  into  five  di 
visions  of  a  thousand  men  each,  and  they  were  closing 
the  gateways  into  Ironia  against  Deioces. 

Hanan  clutched  at  Cyaxares'  arms,  exclaiming, 


THE  BATTLE  BEFORE  ASPAHAN      239 

"  Look  there !  " 

From  behind  a  ridge,  shielded  by  a  close  growth  of 
black  pine,  came  a  body  of  tremendous  horsemen, 
closely  followed  by  a  large  body  of  footmen,  both  being 
clad  in  dead  black. 

"  My  father !  "  whispered  Hanan. 

Great  gaps  were  torn  in  the  barrier  to  let  them 
through,  but  before  they  reached  these  openings  a 
mass  of  wild  horses,  with  wild  men  bestriding  them  and 
followed  by  yelping  beasts  resembling  a  cross  between 
a  staghound  and  a  wild  boar,  arose  from  no  one  knew 
where,  and  tore  like  a  whirlwind  through,  and  even 
over,  the  tops  of  the  pile,  their  yells  being  plainly 
heard  even  where  they  were  stationed. 

The  Hoplites,  having  done  their  deadly  execution, 
had  transferred  their  cases  of  discs  to  these  wild  and 
fearless  Shalemites.  Holding  their  long  spears  in  their 
left  hands,  with  their  copper  shields  strapped  to  their 
arms,  they  were  running  in  circles  while  they  cast  the 
deadly  discs  into  the  ranks  of  the  enemy.  With  each 
shower  great  splashes  of  blood,  gushing  from  wide, 
gaping  wounds,  literally  deluged  Deioces'  army,  a 
sight  to  unman  the  bravest  soldier.  The  terrifying 
hounds  sprang  among  the  already  frightened  soldiers 
and  so  demoralized  them  that  a  panic  ensued.  No 
courage  could  withstand  it. 

The  Shalemites  now  gave  way  to  King  Nahan  and 
his  terrifying  hosts.  With  given  precision  they  closed 
in  upon  the  already  demoralized  army,  and  began  to 
mow  down  the  ranks  as  a  blade  levels  the  grain  upon 
the  fields. 

This  was  the  last  straw.  Deioces'  army  broke  and 
fled  in  terror.  As  a  part  of  the  fleeing  hosts  attempted 
to  break  through  the  barrier,  the  glittering  arms  of 


240  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

the  Dolamites  confronted  them,  then  the  Gothites  made 
a  dash  for  them  with  their  winged  daggers. 

So  intently  were  Cyaxares  and  his  guard  watching 
the  finish  that  they  gave  no  thought  to  personal  dan 
ger.  It  was  seen  that  the  barrier  was  now  afire  in  an 
hundred  places.  It  was  to  be  the  bier  of  thousands  of 
soldiers.  While  gazing  at  the  conflagration  they  were 
startled  by  a  shout,  and  before  they  could  flee  two  score 
of  Deioces'  mounted  soldiers  had  charged  upon  them. 
It  was  so  sudden  that  they  hardly  had  time  to  place 
themselves  on  guard. 

The  brave  guardsmen  threw  themselves  between 
Cyaxares  and  danger,  and  against  tremendous  odds 
they  fought  until  they  had  two-thirds  of  them  upon 
the  ground,  but  they  themselves  had  been  reduced  to 
four  battered  and  bleeding  men.  Two  of  the  leaders 
had  tried  in  vain  to  reach  Cyaxares,  who  saw  that  their 
only  chance  was  to  reserve  all  their  strength  for  their 
own  defense.  One  of  the  soldiers,  seemingly  a  leader, 
finally  came  upon  the  rear  of  Cyaxares,  who  had  now 
engaged  the  oncoming  soldiers.  The  young  Prince 
Hanan  had  waited  to  the  very  last  moment,  not  seem 
ing  to  know  just  what  to  do. 

Now  seeing  the  approaching  danger  to  Cyaxares, 
he  charged  his  steed  against  that  of  the  threatening 
soldier,  but  too  late!  A  crashing  onslaught  caught 
Cyaxares,  a  glancing  blow  fell  upon  the  side  of  his 
head,  and  unhorsed  him.  The  shock  of  Hanan's 
charge  had  undoubtedly  saved  his  life,  but  he  was  now 
in  grave  danger  of  being  trampled  to  death.  Throw 
ing  himself  from  his  steed,  Hanan  placed  himself  above 
the  prostrate  form,  and  cut  and  slashed  blindly  at  any 
thing  approaching.  A  fortunate  stroke  had  felled  one 
body  unconscious  across  Cyaxares.  A  large  man  now 


THE  BATTLE  BEFORE  ASPAHAN      241 

approached  to  finish  Cyaxares.  There  was  a  diabol 
ical  grin  upon  his  ugly  face  as  he  pushed  aside  two 
soldiers  in  order  to  reach  his  victim.  Like  a  flash  of 
lightning  a  keen-edged  sword  caught  him  directly 
across  his  exposed  eyes,  and  with  a  scream  of  agony 
he  threw  up  his  hands  and  sank  across  the  body  of  his 
intended  victim. 

Suddenly  the  remaining  few  soldiers  fled  away,  hotly 
pursued  by  a  body  of  fresh  soldiers  that  had  arrived 
upon  the  scene.  Hanan  was  standing  defiantly  over 
Cyaxares,  who  lay  perfectly  still  with  two  bodies  lying 
across  him.  As  the  leader  dismounted  and  approached, 
Hanan  held  his  sword  in  readiness,  believing  in  his  ex 
citement  that  these  were  fresh  recruits  of  the  enemy. 
His  fresh  young  face  was  flushed,  his  eyes  had  the 
glare  of  a  tiger  at  bay,  and  it  was  plain  that  he  would 
fight  to  the  death  over  those  prostrate  forms. 

The  leader,  a  tremendous  man,  dismounted  and 
came  calmly  to  the  spot. 

Suddenly  the  color  fled  from  the  young  prince's  face, 
he  dropped  his  weapon,  and  extending  his  arms,  ex 
claimed, 

"  Cambyses !  "  and  fell  into  the  great  warrior's  arms, 
to  the  latter's  astonishment. 

Clinging  to  him,  he  pointed  to  the  pile,  almost 
screaming: 

"  There !     There !  —  Cyaxares !  " 

Instantly  Cambyses  pushed  Hanan  away,  sprang 
forward,  kicked  the  two  men  from  the  body,  and  gently 
raised  Cyaxares'  head.  His  face  was  a  mass  of  blood. 
The  camail  had  been  cut  entirely  through,  the  edges 
pressing  into  the  terrible  wound  across  the  side  of  the 
head  and  above  the  left  ear.  His  closely  matted  hair 
and  the  glancing  nature  of  the  stroke  had  helped  to 


242  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

save  his  life,  but  anyway  he  was  dangerously  wounded. 

Hanan  was  kneeling  by  Cyaxares,  and  with  little 
groans  insisted  upon  assisting  Cambyses,  who  kept 
glancing  at  him  with  a  puzzled  expression  upon  his 
face.  Straightening  up,  he  demanded, 

"Who  are  you?" 

"  I  am  Prince  Hanan,  son  of  Nahan,"  was  the  quick 
response. 

"  Huh,"  heavily  grunted  Cambyses,  as  he  motioned 
his  men  to  bring  the  improvised  litter  upon  which  to 
place  Cyaxares. 

Suddenly  Hanan  arose  with  a  look  of  horror  upon 
his  face.  Then,  with  a  half-suppressed  scream,  he 
pointed,  exclaiming: 

'*  Look !  Look  there,  Cambyses !  My  brother !  " 
and  he  covered  his  face  with  his  hands  to  shut  out  the 
gaze ;  the  soldier  whom  he  had  slashed  across  the  eyes 
was  none  other  than  Saranaces. 

Instead,  however,  of  Cambyses'  taking  heed  of  the 
body  upon  the  ground,  he  grasped  Hanan  in  his  arms, 
whispering,  "  Saluciea !  " 

"  Yes,"  was  the  weeping  reply,  for  she  was  now  over 
come  with  the  awful  facts  about  her.  In  defense  of 
the  man  she  loved,  who  now  lay  before  her  as  a  corpse, 
she  had  slain  her  half-brother,  Saranaces. 

"  Does  he  know?  "  asked  Cambyses,  nodding  toward 
Cyaxares. 

"  No." 

"  Then  do  not  let  him  know  your  identity  in  this 
garb.  We  will  conduct  you  to  the  caverns  of  Crail, 
where  you  may  nurse  him  back  to  life.  He  is  not  dead, 
but  badly  hurt." 

The  little  procession  was  formed,  and  after  tedious 
hours  a  bubbling  spring  was  reached,  and  efforts  were 


THE  BATTLE  BEFORE  ASPAHAN       243 

made  to  bring  the  fallen  prince  back  to  consciousness. 
It  was  dangerous  to  tarry,  for  Deioces'  straggling  sol 
diers  were  all  trying  to  return  to  Ironia.  Neverthe 
less,  they  succeeded  in  dressing  Cyaxares'  wound,  and 
in  restoring  him  to  a  semi-consciousness  that  greatly 
alleviated  the  dangers  of  keeping  him  moving  in  his 
precarious  condition. 

It  required  two  days  to  reach  the  secret  entrance  to 
the  caverns  of  Crail.  Twice  they  were  assaulted  by 
straying  bands  of  half-famished  soldiers,  and  at  last 
they  reached  the  spot  in  an  exhausted  condition.  They 
immediately  passed  into  the  cavern,  Cambyses  leaving 
an  ample  guard  to  protect  the  entrance. 

This  was  the  most  trying  situation  that  Cambyses 
had  ever  encountered.  He  had  intended  joining  forces 
with  Cyaxares  in  the  defense  of  the  Ironian  passes,  in 
order  to  relieve  the  prince,  and  to  allow  him  to  go  di 
rectly  to  Baleria  and  declare  himself  dictator  till  his 
father  could  come  and  ascend  the  throne.  Now  Cyax 
ares  was  lying  more  than  half  dead,  he  was  two  days' 
march  from  the  field  of  action,  Cracillies  was  momen 
tarily  expecting  the  arrival  of  Cyaxares  to  relieve  him 
from  the  trying  situation  at  the  king's  palace,  and 
remnants  of  Deioces'  defeated  army  were  charging  the 
passes  for  their1  lives.  Something  must  be  done 
quickly. 

They  were  challenged  at  every  point  until  they 
finally  reached  the  inner  caverns.  Helluseus,  who  was 
in  charge  of  the  caverns,  quickly  passed  them  into  the 
gardens  and  to  Cracillies'  private  villa.  He  was  al 
most  overcome  when  told  of  Cyaxares'  sad  condition 
but,  quickly  recovering,  he  put  all  the  perfect  ma 
chinery  of  his  orderly  community  in  operation  to  give 
relief  to  the  dangerously  sick  prince. 


244  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

After  seeing  to  it  that  absolute  secre'cy  would  be 
maintained  regarding  Cyaxares'  identity,  as  well  as  re 
garding  that  of  Saluciea,  and  of  their  presence  there, 
Cambyses  made  a  dash  into  Baleria,  gave  instructions 
to  Cracillies,  then  went  with  all  speed  to  take  charge  of 
the  defense  of  the  passes.  There  he  found  the  situa 
tion  well  in  hand.  Quite  every  division  had  had  its 
brush  with  the  bodies  of  frightened  soldiers  trying  to 
escape  through  the  passes.  The  ground  about  Regules' 
mountain  house  looked  like  a  shambles,  being  strewn 
with  dead  horses  and  men.  The  defenders  of  the 
Ironian  pass  had  taken  possession,  and  were  living  off 
the  fat  of  his  larder,  greatly  to  his  grief. 

Taking  a  strong  body  of  men  Cambyses  forced  his 
way  through  the  pass,  and  went  to  the  plain  where  the 
battle  was  fought.  There  he  beheld  a  strange  sight. 
The  armor  had  been  stripped  from  Deioces'  dead  sol 
diers,  and  now  lay  in  heaps  about  the  field  to  be  re 
turned  to  Ironia,  while  the  dead  bodies  of  both  horses 
and  men  were  being  fully  cremated.  This  was  custom 
ary  in  every  holy  war. 

Deioces'  army  had  been  so  quickly  destroyed  that  the 
leaders  preferred  to  rest,  and  to  recuperate  their  ar 
mies  before  starting  upon  the  return  march. 

Cambyses  asked  to  be  conducted  to  Nahan,  to  whom 
he  made  a  full  report  of  the  situation,  assuring  him 
that  he  could  hold  everything  well  in  hand.  He  in 
formed  him  that  Cyaxares  was  in  a  precarious  condi 
tion,  and  that  it  would  be  many  weeks  before  he  could 
recover,  therefore  he  recommended  that  Nahan  safely 
convey  Madrilla  to  the  Holy  Crater  before  roving 
bands  of  Deioces'  soldiers  made  it  dangerous  for  a 
small  escort  to  undertake  this  important  mission.  He 
would  conduct  the  two  princesses  to  his  camp,  then  he 


THE  BATTLE  BEFORE  ASPAHAN      245 

himself  would  take  Almareta  to  the  city  of  Aspahan. 

This  suggestion  at  once  impressed  Nahan,  and  Cam 
byses  made  another  hard  trip  to  and  from  the  caverns 
of  Crail  to  bring  the  young  women. 

To  their  numerous  questions  regarding  Cyaxares, 
Cambyses  only  replied  that  the  prince  had  been  badly 
wounded,  and  would  be  an  invalid  for  some  time,  at 
which  information  they  both  wept.  Without  mishap 
they  reached  Nahan's  camp  where  they  rested  for  a 
day. 

Cambyses  assured  Nahan  that  the  army  loaned  to 
Cyaxares  should  be  well  provided  with  comforts,  and 
would  eventually  be  returned  to  the  crater  with  proper 
and  suitable  compensation.  Moreover,  he  would  keep 
him  advised  regarding  Cyaxares'  condition.  A  suit 
able  escort  had  been  sent  for  Phraortes.  There  had 
been  little  trouble  in  Baleria  because  of  the  hatred  of 
the  people  for  Deioces.  Saranaces  being  now  out  of 
the  way,  there  was  no  one  left  to  stir  up  strife. 

After  having  met  all  the  leaders  and  having  congrat 
ulated  them  upon  the  success  of  their  arms,  Cambyses 
went  to  the  city  of  Aspahan  with  Almareta  and  made 
full  report  to  Astyages.  That  aged  king  was  almost 
overcome  with  pleasure  at  the  safe  return  of  his  daugh 
ter,  and  at  the  favorable  turn  in  the  political  situation 
that  this  brief  war  would  bring.  He  wept  upon  being 
told  of  Cyaxares'  plight. 

All  searched  for  a  clue  to  Deioces'  whereabouts,  but 
no  trace  of  him  could  be  found.  It  was  finally  con 
cluded  that  he  had  perished  with  his  army. 

Permanent  camps  were  established  at  all  the  passes, 
and  arrangements  were  provided  for  the  welfare  and 
comfort  of  the  soldiers.  They  would  remain  there  till 
the  coming  of  Phraortes. 


CHAPTER  XV 

HOME-COMING    OF    PHRAORTES 

/^RACILLIES,  after  carefully  organizing  his  tem- 
\*S  porary  military  government  over  Ironia  and  the 
city  of  Baleria,  went  permanently  to  the  caverns  of 
Crail  to  care  for  Cyaxares.  For  two  weeks  the  royal 
patient  had  lain  in  a  half  trance,  not  recognizing  any 
one.  Nevertheless,  that  flickering  spark  seemed  to 
cling  to  the  soft  voice  and  soothing,  caressing  hands  of 
the  most  patient  and  attentive  of  nurses.  Saluciea  was 
indefatigable  in  her  efforts  to  woo  him  back  to  con 
sciousness.  She  wept  over  him,  hourly  prayed  for  his 
recovery,  and  apparently  never  closed  her  weary  eyes  in 
sleep. 

Helluseus  rendered  every  possible  assistance.  It 
was  a  relief  to  know  that  Cracillies  was  coming.  She 
needed  his  sympathy  as  well  as  his  aid,  for  she  was  daily 
growing  weaker. 

With  loving  hands  she  bathed  the  aching  head, 
smoothed  back  the  tumbled  hair  that  she  had  saved. 
Not  once  had  he  been  able  to  recognize  her.  At  times 
he  would  open  his  eyes,  look  long  and  earnestly  at  her, 
as  if  trying  to  remember  something,  but  with  a  groan 
he  would  again  lapse  into  that  lethargic  somnolence  so 
resembling  death  that  she  shuddered  and  silently  wept. 
Her  devotion  was  pathetic.  It  seemed  as  if  her  life 
was  slowly  going  out  with  his  own. 

The  dark,  depressing  night  had  passed.  Cracillies 
was  to  come  that  morning.  Saluciea  was  sadly  tidying 

up  things  to  receive  him.     Cyaxares  had  slept  quietly 

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HOME-COMING  OF  PHRAORTES        247 

for  some  hours.  Suddenly  Saluciea  was  conscious  that 
he  was  awake  and  looking  at  her. 

"  Cyaxares,"  she  softly  whispered,  as  she  took  his 
hand  in  her  own. 

With  a  wan  smile  he  looked  into  her  sweet,  weary 
face,  and  whispered  in  reply, 

"  Saluciea."  Oh,  joy!  he  had  spoken  her  name;  he 
knew  her.  Despite  all  she  could  do  the  great  tears  of 
joy  came  in  a  grateful  shower,  dropping  upon  his 
hands  as  she  caressed  them.  Her  love  and  devotion 
had  been  rewarded.  How  grateful  she  felt  that  this 
recognition  had  come  before  the  arrival  of  Cracillies. 
She  so  wanted  to  feel  that  she  had  coaxed  him  back  to 
life. 

Cracillies  softly  entered  the  room,  and  stood  looking 
at  the  picture. 

Tired  beyond  further  endurance,  Saluciea's  head  had 
dropped  upon  the  pillow  by  that  of  Cyaxares,  and  they 
both  slept  in  blissful  ignorance  of  the  presence  of  an 
other. 

Tiptoeing  to  them,  Cracillies  assured  himself  that 
they  were  sleeping.  He  seemed  to  understand,  and 
quietly  left  the  room.  From  time  to  time  for  an  hour 
he  looked  in  upon  them.  Helluseus  had  informed  him 
that  this  was  the  first  time  that  he  had  known  Saluciea 
to  close  her  eyes  in  sleep. 

Evidently  Cyaxares  had  awakened  first,  for  when 
Cracillies  again  peeped  into  the  room  he  saw  his  hand 
resting  upon  Saluciea's  shining  tresses.  He  moved  as 
he  saw  Cracillies,  and  Saluciea  awoke  with  a  quick 
start.  Her  first  thought  was  of  her  patient,  quickly 
grasping  his  hands  as  if  to  protect  him.  Placing  her 
hands  upon  the  good  priest's  shoulders,  she  exclaimed: 

"  Oh,  good  Cracillies,  I  am  so  glad  that  you  have 


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come.  I  need  you  so  badly.  I  know  you  can  save 
him.  But  he  is  better,  he  can  recognize  me  now.  He 
spoke  to  me.  He  called  my  name,"  and  she  eagerly 
led  the  priest  to  Cyaxares'  side.  The  latter  was  fully 
conscious  now.  The  crisis  had  passed,  he  knew  them 
both,  although  he  was  extremely  weak  and  helpless. 
As  Cracillies  talked  to  him  his  eyes  constantly  followed 
Saluciea.  He  knew  that  she  was  his  guardian  angel. 

Cracillies  smiled  as  he  felt  of  Cyaxares'  hand,  and 
found  that  his  temperature  was  only  slightly  above 
normal.  Patting  the  hand  affectionately,  he  said, 

"  I  can  prescribe  no  better  potion  than  the  one  that 
you  have,  Cyaxares,"  and  he  smilingly  indicated  Salu 
ciea,  who  placed  her  hand  upon  Cracillies'  shoulder, 
and  leaned  over  to  smooth  the  patient's  brow. 

"  What  is  the  meaning  of  it  all  ?  "  weakly  inquired 
Cyaxares. 

"  We  cannot  tell  you  now,  Cyaxares.  Wait  till  to 
morrow.  You  have  just  come  to  yourself,  and  you 
must  get  a  little  stronger  before  talking  about  it." 
He  patiently  lay  back  upon  his  pillow,  and  permitted 
Saluciea  to  soothe  him  to  sleep. 

Cambyses  had  told  Cracillies  the  story,  how  he  had 
found  Saluciea,  clad  in  armor,  and  standing  over  Cyax 
ares  swinging  her  weapon  like  a  man,  her  last  stroke 
slaying  her  own  brother,  Saranaces.  She  had  twice 
saved  his  life.  Cyaxares  of  course  knew  not  of  this, 
and  was  in  his  dazed  way  trying  to  figure  out  where 
he  was  that  Saluciea  should  be  watching  over  him. 

While  the  patient  slept,  the  two  went  fully  over  the 
ground  from  the  time  that  Saluciea  had  been  sent  to 
the  Holy  Crater.  Cracillies  was  much  pleased  with 
the  trend  of  events,  in  his  enthusiasm  declaring  that 
Saluciea  would  yet  be  a  queen. 


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"  I  only  want  Cyaxares,  no  matter  what  drudgery 
or  what  honor  goes  with  that,"  she  softly  said. 

"  And  you  shall  have  him,  Saluciea,  or  else  he  shall 
never  be  king,"  and  the  stern  old  man  looked  as  if  he 
were  capable  of  deciding  the  matter. 

It  was  a  beautiful  morning;  the  sun  was  dashing  its 
long  rays  down  into  the  gardens  of  Crail,  as  if  trying 
to  pierce  the  very  rocks  and  penetrate  the  dark  caverns. 
Four  long,  weary  weeks  had  passed.  Cyaxares  was 
now  able  to  be  removed  to  the  palace.  He  and  Salu 
ciea  were  taking  their  last  look  about  the  beautiful 
garden  in  which  they  had  been  so  happy,  despite  his 
illness. 

The  numerous  birds  came  fluttering  about  the  great 
fountain,  tempted  to  bespatter  themselves  with  water, 
while  the  sun  was  shining  upon  its  crystal  surface. 
They  silently  watched  the  happy,  playful  creatures. 
Looking  quickly  up  into  Saluciea's  face,  Cyaxares  saw 
her  eyes  filled  with  tears.  She  silently  covered  her 
eyes  with  her  hand.  Cyaxares  knew,  but  said  not  a 
word,  but  in  a  little  while  he  whispered, 

"  Are  the  tears  all  gone?  "  and  he  gently  clasped 
both  her  hands. 

"  Yes,"  she  replied  with  a  fluttering  little  laugh. 
"  Forgive  me,  Cyaxares." 

"  Forgive  you  for  what  ?  "  and  his  eyes  searched 
her  very  soul. 

"I  —  I  could  not  help  it,"  she  said.  "  The  time  is 
so  short,  then  I  will  perhaps  see  you  no  more." 

"  Saluciea,  you  are  borrowing  trouble.  You  are  not 
going  to  leave  me  now.  You  are  going  to  the  palace 
with  me." 

"  Oh,  Cyaxares,  you  would  not  do  that.  Remember 
the  world  said  that  I  was  the  mistress  of  Deioces.  It 


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will  say  the  same  thing,  should  I  be  there  with  you." 

"  So  it  will,  you  shall  be  my  mistress,  and  the  whole 
world  shall  know  it." 

Her  face  went  chalky  white,  and  she  shrank  away 
from  him. 

Continuing  he  said,  "  You  shall  be  the  mistress  of 
Ironia,  Saluciea,  for  you  are  to  be  my  queen,  whether 
I  am  king  or  not,"  and  he  held  out  his  arms  to  her. 

She  stood  for  a  moment  as  if  dazed,  then  she  resisted 
not,  but  dropped  into  the  embrace  that  she  knew  was 
her  final  destiny.  She  did  not  have  to  question  any 
thing,  she  knew. 

Drawing  her  close  to  him,  Cyaxares  said : 

"  Saluciea,  Cracillies  has  told  me  the  truth.  I  know 
that  you  have  by  your  devotion  saved  my  life.  It  is 
now  yours.  Let  come  what  will,  I  shall  share  my  fate 
with  you,  no  matter  what  the  sacrifice." 

Saluciea  said  not  a  word,  but  clung  to  him  as  if 
fearful  that  he  might  escape. 

Cyaxares  was  conducted  to  the  palace  because  of  the 
coming  of  his  father,  Phraortes.  Great  crowds  had 
assembled  about  the  palace  gates,  and  about  the  thor 
oughfares  through  which  the  aged  king  must  pass. 
At  the  palace  Cracillies  and  Cambyses  had  assembled 
all  those  that  were  to  constitute  the  royal  household, 
knowing  full  well  that  in  the  hour  that  Phraortes  was 
placed  upon  his  throne  he  would  abdicate  it  in  favor  of 
Cyaxares.  When  he  came  into  Baleria  to  assume  mili 
tary  charge  of  the  city  Cambyses  had  brought  the 
pick  and  choice  of  his  soldiers  with  him,  and  there  was 
a  splendor  about  the  arrangements  to  which  the1  people 
were  not  accustomed.  They  enthusiastically  welcomed 
the  new  regime. 

At  the  portals  of  the  palace  stood  Cyaxares,  with 


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Saluciea  by  his  side,  and  Cracillies,  Cambyses,  and  all 
the  court  officials.  Phraortes  alighted  from  his  steed 
at  the  gates  of  the  palace  grounds,  was  placed  in  a 
gorgeous  palanquin,  and  was  brought  to  the  doors  of 
the  palace,  where  he  was  greeted  and  welcomed  by  those 
that  loved  him  most. 

The  procession  passed  into  the  throne  room,  where 

Cracillies  as  the  highest  one  in  authority  placed  upon 

the  aged  king's  head  the  crown  of  Ironia.     As  every 

one  had  expected,  the  king  beckoned  to  his  son,  the 

Prince    Cyaxares,    to   come   to   him.     The   prince   was 

whispering  to   Saluciea  before   obeying  the  summons. 

When  a  commotion  was  noticed  about  the  entrance  to 

the  chamber,  all  eyes  were  turned  there  to  see  what  was 

happening.     Then  Cambyses  entered  with  a  stranger, 

who  declared  himself  to  be  a  messenger  from  the  Sapor. 

Bringing  him  before  the  king,  Cambyses  said, 

"  Make  known  your  message  to  King  Phraortes." 

The  stranger  coolly  looked  about  him,  as  if  sure  of 

his  ground,  then  with  a  proper  obeisance  he  addressed 

the  new  king: 

"  I  am  a  messenger  from  the  Sapor,  who  forbids 
your  Majesty's  abdicating  the  crown  of  Ironia  in  fa 
vor  of  Prince  Cyaxares.  Furthermore,  it  is  the  order 
of  the  Sapor  that  the  Prince  Cyaxares  immediately  re 
port  at  the  Holy  Crater." 

The  deathlike  silence  following  this  dire  message  was 
most  impressive.  The  Sapor  had  made  it  possible  for 
Phraortes  again  to  assume  his  throne.  It  was  the 
Sapor's  right  to  dictate  the  political  policy  of  the  new 
king,  but  it  was  not  the  Sapor's  right  to  assume  abso 
lute  command  over  the  person  of  Cyaxares,  who  had 
returned  Madrilla  in  safety  to  the  Holy  Crater  as  he 
had  promised. 


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Stepping  forward,  Cyaxares  said, 

"  I  beg  of  my  royal  father  to  permit  me  to  answer 
this  message,"  then  turning  to  the  messenger,  he  said: 

"  Say  to  the  Sapor  that  King  Phraortes  will  not  ab 
dicate  his  throne  without  the  consent  of  the  Holy 
Crater,  and  he  holds  himself  subject  to  the  Sapor's  will 
and  advice  in  the  reorganization  of  Ironia,  but  the 
Prince  Cyaxares  is  too  much  of  an  invalid  to  comply 
with  the  command  that  he  go  at  once  to  the  Holy 
Crater.  He  is  just  starting  upon  a  journey  to  for 
eign  lands  to  recuperate  his  health." 

The  messenger  bowed  and  retired. 

"  Cambyses,  come  quickly,  here  is  some  new  excite 
ment  for  you.  Go  at  once  and  have  Heptes,  Kapies, 
and  Candes  follow  this  messenger,  capture  him,  and 
hold  him  for  five  days.  Send  out  word  that  he  has 
been  detained  by  a  roving  band  of  Deioces'  soldiers. 
Have  your  men  keep  the  secret.  After  five  days  also 
circulate  the  story  that  I,  journeying  to  foreign  lands, 
was  also  captured.  Then  prepare  an  escort  to  go  on 
a  journey  with  me.  Have  fifty  picked  men." 

Cambyses  assured  Cyaxares  that  his  orders  would 
be  promptly  obeyed. 

After  the  ceremonies  were  over,  Cyaxares  held  a  con 
ference  with  his  father  and  Cracillies. 

He  eloquently  told  the  story  of  Saluciea's  devotion 
to  him,  and  expressed  a  desire  to  make  her  his  wife  at 
once. 

"Your  wife!  the  mistress  of  Deioces  your  wife?" 
exclaimed  Phraortes. 

They  both  laughed  at  this,  assuring  him  of  the  un 
truth  of  that  rumor,  and  telling  him  the  romantic  story 
of  Saluciea's  life. 

"  Nahan's  daughter,  a  daughter  of  war?     Well,  that 


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is  nothing  to  object  to,  if  her  life  has  been  pure. 
Half  the  queens  in  the  world  to-day  do  not  know  their 
own  fathers.  I  would  see  this  Saluciea.  She  must  be 
a  very  worthy  woman  for  both  you  and  Cracillies  to 
plead  for  her,"  and  they  brought  Saluciea  to  him. 

The  aged  king  looked  searchingly  over  the  lovely 
woman,  then  bidding  her  come  to  him  he  took  her  hands, 
saying : 

"  Saluciea,  you  are  a  beautiful  woman.  I  am  grate 
ful  that  you  have  been  so  useful  to  my  son.  To  prove 
that  gratitude  I  welcome  you  as  my  daughter.  Go 
now  with  Cracillies  and  Cyaxares  to  the  church  of  the 
Holy  State  and  be  wedded." 

Saluciea  thanked  him  as  did  Cyaxares,  and  they  went 
straightway  to  have  the  important  ceremony  per 
formed,  and  Saluciea  became  Cyaxares'  wife. 

"  What  are  you  going  to  do  now?  "  asked  Cracillies. 

"  I  am  going  straight  to  the  Holy  Crater,  that  Salu 
ciea  may  take  her  place  among  queens." 

"  I  do  not  understand  you,"  gasped  Cracillies. 

"  While  I  was  there  I  was  legally  made  a  prince  of 
the  clans.  Saluciea  is  a  king's  daughter.  Nahan  has 
said  it.  I  will  be  a  king  of  one  of  his  provinces,"  re 
plied  Cyaxares. 

"  But  that  is  not  what  the  Sapor  commands  you  to 
come  there  for,"  and  Cracillies  looked  disappointed. 

"  I  know  that  you  think  my  life  will  be  in  danger  by 
going,  but  I  know  the  routine  there;  they  are  all  my 
friends.  The  Sapor  does  not  rule  the  city  of  kings. 
The  Sapor  rules  the  diplomatic  relations  of  the  clans 
with  other  nations.  I  will  be  admitted  to  the  safe  en 
virons  of  the  holy  city  before  the  Sapor  is  aware  that 
I  am  there.  I  have  been  forbidden  to  seek  the  hand 
of  Madrilla  by  the  Sapor,  and  I  have  in  no  manner 


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compromised  my  honor  with  the  lovely  Sapor  herself." 
"  She  will  be  furious  though,  when  she  does  learn 
that  you  are  there  after  having  sent  word  that  you 
would  not  be.  Moreover,  I  fear  that  she  will  not  ap 
prove  of  your  marriage  with  Saluciea.  But  more  than 
that,  Cyaxares,  I  regret  more  than  you  can  know  your 
going  away  from  Ironia.  I  had  set  my  heart  upon 
your  helping  us  in  many  reforms,"  and  the  good  old 
priest  looked  sad  and  deserted. 

"  Cracillies,"  said  Cyaxares,  gently,  "  I  am  not  go 
ing  to  desert  you.  We  know  the  diplomatic  way  be 
tween  Baleria  and  the  Holy  Crater.  I  will  confide  to 
you  that  the  Sapor  is  a  myth,  and  has  been  since  the 
death  of  the  real  Sapor.  These  women,  while  they 
have  the  power  of  life  and  death  over  the  persons  of 
their  own  household,  have  little  to  do  with  the  govern 
ing  of  the  clans.  That  is  the  strength  and  the  bul 
wark  of  that  strange  country.  It  is  an  oligarchy  com 
posed  of  kings.  It  is  the  most  powerful  and  unshak 
able  confederacy  in  all  the  world.  The  success  of  this 
war  has  given  me  a  standing  there.  As  the  son-in-law 
of  the  great  leader  Nahan,  I  will  be  able  to  lend  the 
powers  of  the  Holy  Crater  to  reorganize  Ironia.  I 
must  first  go  to  receive  the  blessing  of  Nahan." 

"  Your  mind  is  far-reaching,  Cyaxares.  You  are 
right.  My  blessings  go  with  you.  I  feel  as  if  3rou 
and  Saluciea  are  my  own  children.  I  do  not  want  you 
wholly  to  forget  me,"  pleaded  the  priest. 

"  How  could  we,  my  dear  Cracillies  ?     Wait  and  see." 
Two  days  later  Cyaxares  and  his  bride  were  on  their 
way  to  the  Holy  Crater,  while  Cambyses'  men  were  in 
hot  pursuit  of  the  messenger  from  the  Sapor. 

Before  leaving,  Cyaxares  had  secretly  instructed 
Cracillies  'and  Cambyses  to  make  the  lives  of  the  gar- 


HOME-COMING  OF  PHRAORTES        255 

risoned  soldiers  so  comfortable  that  they  would  be 
satisfied  to  stay  there,  this  being  a  part  of  his  scheme 
of  reform  in  Ironia. 

Each  day  could  be  seen  long  strings  of  ox-drawn 
carts  bedecked  with  flowers,  filled  with  fruits  and  foods 
for  the  soldiers,  and  conducted  by  the  women  of  Ba- 
leria,  passing  out  to  the  several  camps.  At  last  the 
idle  women  of  that  idle  city  had1  been  assigned  a  useful 
duty,  and  they  liked  it.  Cracillies  was  promptly  made 
the  head  of  the  Holy  State,  while  Cambyses  assumed 
the  duties  of  advising  the  king,  and  of  practically  rul 
ing  the  city. 

Erskales,  Paulius,  and  Zinkara  were  placed  on  board 
an  out-going  ship,  and  sent  to  a  far  distant  land,  not 
to  return  under  penalty  of  death,  as  were  hundreds 
of  the  bad  men  of  Deioces'  city  of  sin.  Old  Crecies 
died  in  prison.  From  month  to  month  an  improve 
ment  in  the  condition  of  the  city  was  noticeable.  The 
disposition  of  several  thousand  women  of  Baleria  was 
the  one  great  problem  of  the  reform.  Cyaxares  had 
left  special  instructions  to  leave  that  problem  to  him. 
These  helpless  creatures  must  not  be  set  afloat  upon 
the  world,  to  drop  lower  in  the  scale  of  society,  and 
finally  into  a  condition  to  cause  them  great  suffering. 
They  were  the  victims  of  conditions  over  which  they 
had  no  control,  and  were  now  the  wards  of  humanity. 
Thousands  of  them  were  beautiful  women,  capable  of 
being  utilized  for  good  purposes.  It  was  a  problem 
to  experiment  with,  and  they  waited  patiently  for  word 
to  come  from  Cyaxares. 


CHAPTER  XVI 

THE  SEPARATION  OF  CHURCH  AND  STATE 

YAXARES  had  had  a  special  purpose  in  going  to 
the  Holy  Crater,  fraught  with  danger  as  was 
this  mission.  Nevertheless,  he  felt  sure  of  his  ground. 
Zirkan  was  his  friend,  so  was  Nahan.  He  well  knew 
that  both  these  strong  figures  would  rejoice  to  learn 
that  he  had  taken  Saluciea  for  wife.  He  must  now 
make  sure  of  getting  safely  to  Nahan's  palace  without 
the  knowledge  of  Nahali.  Well  did  he  know  the  un 
derlying  danger.  Nahali  was  enamored  of  him.  He 
felt  a  great  regret  that  he  should  have  implanted  in 
Madrilla's  heart  the  promise  of  love,  but  her  own 
mother  had  forbidden  that.  Saluciea  had  risked  her 
own  life,  and  had  won  his  everlasting  gratitude  for  her 
love.  It  was  not  a  matter  of  choice,  moreover,  for  he 
was  madly  in  love  with  Saluciea.  She  was  a  woman. 
Her  love  was  a  kingdom  in  itself. 

Anticipating  the  return  of  the  messenger  by  two 
days,  he,  and  Saluciea,  safely  disguised  in  the  dress  of 
priests  of  Crail,  were  demanding  an  immediate  audi 
ence  with  Zirkan.  That  distinguished  official,  at  the 
risk  of  his  own  neck,  took  them  into  his  own  private 
apartment,  embraced  them,  congratulated  them,  and 
then  personally  conducted  them  to  the  palace  of  Na 
han,  in  the  holy  city. 

The  ancient  king  had  forbidden  any  one  to  molest 
him  till  he  had  made  known  that  he  was  fully  rested 
and  recuperated  from  his  late  hardships.  Neverthe 
less,  when  Zirkan  sent  word  to  him  that  Cyaxares  and 

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SEPARATION  OF  CHURCH  AND  STATE     257 

Saluciea  desired  audience  with  him,  he  promptly  bade 
his  slaves  bring  them  to  him  forthwith. 

Cyaxares  informed  Nahan  that  the  Sapor  had  for 
bidden  his  father's  abdicating  in  his  favor,  and,  fear 
ing  that  the  royal  edict  might  forbid  his  taking  unto 
himself  Saluciea  for  wife,  he  had  anticipated  such  an 
edict  and  had  wedded  her.  Nahan  laughed,  and  de 
clared  that  the  Sapor  had  not  the  power  to  prevent 
his  wedding  whomsoever  he  might  choose  for  a  wife. 
Nevertheless,  Cyaxares  was  an  unusually  attractive 
man  to  women,  and  his  niece,  the  Sapor,  was  entitled 
to  sympathy,  for  she  greatly  needed  a  consort.  She 
was  a  lonely  and  now  almost  a  powerless  sovereign, 
because  of  the  radical  changes  in  the  conduct  of  the 
affairs  of  the  Holy  Crater  since  the  death  of  the  king. 
She  had  secretly  hoped  that  she  herself  might  wed 
Cyaxares,  and  that  he  might  become  the  Sapor  in  fact. 

"  A  jealous  woman,  with  a  cunning  mind  and  a  lit 
tle  personal  power,  may  sometimes  become  a  greater 
menace  to  her  victim's  peace  and  welfare  than  a  stand 
ing  army,  Cyaxares.  We  may  find  it  necessary  to 
quell  a  riot  in  the  Sapor's  palace  when  she  learns  of 
all  this,  but  we  shall  take  every  precaution  to  keep  it 
from  her.  In  recent  years  we  have  relaxed  our  re 
strictions  here,  feeling  that  as  the  outside  world  grew 
stronger  our  secretive  policy  would  become  a  menace 
to  our  own  integrity,  hence  it  has  been  easier  for  stran 
gers  to  get  audience  with  this  inner  city.  Formerly  it 
would  have  been  impossible  for  you  to  reach  me  with 
out  the  knowledge  of  the  Sapor.  And  now,  my  son, 
it  is  something  for  you  to  ponder  over,  when  I  tell  you 
that  the  possibilities  of  your  being  the  Sapor,  and  King 
of  Kings,  were  very  great  until  you  wedded  Saluciea." 

Cyaxares  had  listened  attentively  to  all  that  Nahan 


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had  said.  His  reply  was  without  a  quaver  of  regret 
or  hesitation: 

"  My  royal  father-in-law,  I  have  the  best  evidence 
in  the  world!  that  it  was  not  intended  by  destiny  that  I 
should  be  the  Sapor.  I  have  Saluciea,  queen  of  queens, 
and  I  would  not  exchange  her  love  for  all  the  king 
doms  in  the  world.  I  am  supremely  happy  and  con 
tented  with  my  present  lot.  I  have  come  to  you,  not 
to  claim  protection,  but  to  receive  your  blessing  and 
approval  of  my  course,  and  to  solicit  your  support  in 
a  matter  intended  farther  to  strengthen  your  confed 
eration." 

Nahan  was  interested.  Placing  his  great  hands 
upon  Cyaxares'  shoulders,  he  earnestly  said: 

"  Cyaxares,  I  am  proud  to  welcome  you  into  my 
household  as  son.  In  Saluciea  you  do  not  yet  know 
the  extent  of  your  good  fortune.  She  is  all  that  you 
say,  a  queen  of  queens.  She  is  more,  she  has  with 
stood  the  test  of  temptation  without  a  certain  knowl 
edge  of  her  noble  birth  and  jealous  protection.  She 
has  all  these  years  secretly  been  the  ward  of  the  Holy 
Crater,  and  she  has  proven  herself  to  be  a  noble 
woman.  I  may  tell  you  now  that  the  laws  here  require 
that  as  long  as  there  is  a  Nahanite  woman  living  the 
queenship  of  the  Holy  Crater  is  hers.  The  king  could 
not  take  any  other  consort.  Should  anything  happen 
to  the  present  queen,  Saluciea  would  become  the  acting 
Sapor,  because  of  the  fact  that  when  the  mother  of 
Nahali  died  the  assembly  made  Nahali  its  Sapor,  and 
the  records  say  that  the  will  of  the  late  king  could  not 
be  granted  because  of  the  absence  of  Madrilla  and  the 
vital  necessity  of  a  Sapor  in  time  of  war.  This  in 
validated  Madrilla's  claims  to  the  throne.  I  say  this 
with  deep  regret,  for  I  am  informed  that  she  is  a  beau- 


SEPARATION  OF  CHURCH  AND  STATE     259 

tiful  and  intelligent  woman.  Saluciea  is  next  in  line, 
the  succession  reverting  back  to  this  house  instead  of 
to  the  house  of  the  king.  Had  there  been  a  male  heir, 
he  would  have  been  the  Sapor.  Now  tell  me  what 
plans  for  the  future  you  have  in  mind." 

"  It  is  true,  your  Majesty,"  replied  Cyaxares,  "  that 
Deioces  made  no  attempt  to  develop  Ironia  outside  the 
small  area  surrounding  Baleria.  The  vast  territory 
of  the  upland's  has  no  government.  The  people  consist 
of  wild  bands  of  marauders  and  brigands.  I  desire 
the  authority  to  claim  this  territory  in  the  name  of 
the  Holy  Crater,  colonize  it,  and  establish  a  govern 
ment,  making  it  one  of  the  clans  of  your  great  and 
powerful  confederation.  But  you  will  at  once  appre 
ciate  the  necessity  of  our  taking  residence  here  in  the 
holy  city.  We  have  in  Baleria  thousands  of  beautiful, 
but  idle,  women,  who  would  make  excellent  wives  and 
mothers  under  right  conditions.  I  have  pledged  my 
self  to  the  priests  of  Crail  to  purge  Baleria  of  the  con 
ditions  that  have  given  that  city  a  world-wide  notoriety 
for  wickedness.  This  will  necessitate  the  expulsion  of 
thousands  of  men  and  women.  The  men  we  shall  de 
port  by  sea,  but  my  conscience  will  not  permit  me  to 
cast  these  helpless  and  misguided  women  Upon  the 
world.  I  propose  to  keep  the  five  thousand  soldiers 
that  you  have  loaned  to  Ironia,  select  the  best  of  these 
women,  mate  them  to  these  soldiers,  equip  them,  and 
colonize  the  uplands.  I  can  almost  guarantee  that, 
under  Cambyses'  guidance  as  governor  of  this  new 
province,  in  a  period  of  ten  years  it  will  be  one  of  the 
strongest  factors  of  protection  and  safety  for  the  in 
tegrity  of  your  federation  that  you  will  have,  because 
of  its  strategic  position." 

"  Cyaxares,    you    are    a   builder    of   empires,"    ex- 


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claimed  Nahan,  enthusiastically.  "  With  your  father 
king  of  Little  Ironia,  Astyages  king  of  Persis,  and 
your  new  nation  a  clan  of  the  Holy  Crater,  we  will 
have  an  indestructible  alliance.  I  heartily  approve  of 
your  plans.  You  must  go  at  once  and  put  them  into 
execution.  I  will  send  a  strong  escort  to  see  you 
safely  back  to  Baleria.  But  what  about  Saluciea? 
You  have  arduous  and  dangerous  work  before  you." 

"  Saluciea  will  speak  for  herself,  my  royal  father," 
and  she,  having  at  the  last  moment  of  this  conversation 
slipped  behind  him,  placed  her  arms  about  his  great 
shaggy  neck.  "  I  will  go  with  Cyaxares.  I  have  de 
fended  his  life  once.  He  may  need  me;  again,"  and  she 
went  to  his  side. 

"  Yes,  Saluciea  is  my  guide  and  my  inspiration.  I 
need  her  every  minute,"  and  he  placed  his  arm  affec 
tionately  about  her. 

A  smile  of  deep  satisfaction  was  upon  the  old  king's 
face  as  he  said: 

"  Yes,  you  need  Saluciea.  She  will  make  you  a  good 
queen.  My  blessings  go  with  you."  Then  summon 
ing  his  chamberlain  he  instructed  him  to  provide  his 
children  with  every  hospitality  and  comfort.  "  I  will 
advise  you  a  little  later,  but  rest  well  and  be  prepared 
to  leave  the  Holy  Crater  to-morrow  morning." 

At  this  juncture  a  crier  came  from  the  palace  of  the 
Sapor,  demanding  peremptory  audience  with  Nahan. 

Upon  being  admitted,  Nahan  demanded  to  know  why 
he  was  thus  molested. 

"  The  Sapor  sends  greetings  to  his  Majesty,  King 
Nahan,  instructing  him  forthwith'  to  send  to  the  palace 
Cyaxares  and  Saluciea,  who  are  known  to  be  beneath 
his  roof  without  her  sanction,"  was  the  ominous  mes 
sage. 


SEPARATION  OF  CHURCH  AND  STATE     261 

Here  was  truly  a  grave  situation.  Never,  in  all  his 
experience,  had  an  occasion  arisen  where  the  senior 
king  of  the  Holy  Crater  had  found  it  necessary  to  dis 
pute  the  authority  of  the  Sapor,  but  well  did  he  know 
that  to  comply  with  this  demand  meant  death  to  both 
Cyaxares  and  Saluciea. 

Instead  of  making  a  reply  to  this  message,  he  arose 
in  all  his  thunderous  authority,  and  said  to  the  mes 
senger,  "  Go  bring  Zirkan  here." 

"  Zirkan  is  detained  by  the  Sapor,"  was  the  answer. 

Ah!  here  was  danger.  At  last  the  long  anticipated 
clash  had  come.  Did  he  deny  the  authority  of  the 
Sapor,  she  had  ten  thousand  of  the  most  desperate  and 
cold-blooded  soldiers  in  all  the  world  to  enforce  her  de 
mands.  They  would  pour  into  the  holy  city,  and  place 
it  under  military  discipline  in  half  an  hour.  No  sol 
diers  of  the  clans  were  permitted  to  be  stationed 
within  its  walls. 

On  the  top  of  Nahan's  house  was  a  huge  brazen  bell. 
Its  tones  could  be  heard  for  many  miles.  It  had  never 
been  rung  but  once  in  an  hundred  years  —  on  one 
other  similar  occasion.  To  ring  that  bell  was  to  strike 
terror  into  the  souls  of  an  hundred  million  people. 
But  one  king  of  all  the  kings  in  the  holy  city  could 
issue  an  order  to  strike  that  bell.  Those  who  heard  it 
would  know  that  some  vital  question  was  at  issue  be 
tween  the  Sapor  'and  the  kings  of  the  holy  city. 
Within  ten  minutes  of  its  ringing  all  the  signal  fires 
would  begin  to  twinkle.  Again  the  stars  of  heaven 
would,  with  darkness,  come  down  to  be  numbered  among 
the  hosts  of  the  Holy  Crater.  Delegations  would  start 
from  every  clan.  A  million  soldiers  would  stand  under 
arms  for  immediate  action.  The  old  warrior  did  not 
shirk  the  duty.  He  knew  a  crisis  was  at  hand,  and 


262  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

he  was  prepared  to  pit  his  influence  against  a  love- 
mad  woman.  He  would  not,  at  her  whim,  hand  over 
two  worthy  lives.  He  would  put  it  before  the  kings. 

Four  stalwart  men  were  guarding  the  entrance  to 
the  chamber.  At  the  clapping  of  his  hands  they  en 
tered.  "  Seize  this  messenger  and  hold  him  for  my 
orders."  This  was  a  total  surprise  to  the  crier,  who 
was  much  scared. 

Nahan,  calling  again  his  chamberlain,  said, 
"  Go  at  once  and  ring  the  great  bell." 
The   official,  knowing  the  terrifying  significance  of 
this  order,  hesitated  with  mouth  open  as  if  not  fully 
understanding  the  order. 

"  Go !  "  roared  Nahan,  and  a  few  minutes  later  there 
clanged  forth  the  knell  of  impending  fate. 

Sending  his  household  to  the  tower,  he  summoned  all 
his  servants,  slaves,  and  household  officials,  and  in 
structed  them  to  arm  themselves,  and  to  close  all  the 
gates  to  the  palace  and  only  to  admit  the  kings  and 
princes  as  they  arrived.  Immediately  the  kings  began 
to  hasten  to  Nahan's  palace.  This  was  the  beginning 
of  a  reign  of  terror.  The  gates  of  all  the  palaces  be 
gan  to  clang;  all  the  people  hastened  from  the  streets, 
seeking  shelter  within  the  walls  of  their  own  homes  to 
await  the  impending  calamity,  and  it  was  coming,  too, 
even  before  they  were  within  their  own  gates.  A  thou 
sand  of  those  black-armored  soldiers  came  pouring  into 
the  street,  and  surrounded  Nahan's  palace.  The 
Sapor  had  accepted  the  old  king's  challenge. 

Nahan  had  no  time  to  explain.     He  simply  said: 
"  The  Sapor  demands  the  life  of  my  daughter,  Salu- 
ciea,  and  that  of  Cyaxares,  who  is  her  lawful  husband. 
I  will  lay  down  my  life  before  I  will  obey  this  outra 
geous  demand,  and  I  call  upon  the  kings  of  our  holy 


SEPARATION  OF  CHURCH  AND  STATE     263 

clans  to  help  me  to  resent  that  which  may  befall  any 
of  their  households  at  the  whim  of  a  lustful  woman." 

"  For  what  reason  has  she  made  this  demand  ?  " 
asked  a  score  of  voices. 

"  Because  she  was  enamored  of  Prince  Cyaxares, 
and  desired  to  wed  him  contrary  to  our  laws,  and  make 
him  Sapor.  He  wisely  declined  the  honor,  and  now  she 
seeks  revenge,"  replied  Nahan. 

A  murmur  of  disapproval  went  up  from  the  kings, 
and  Nahan  knew  that  they  would  support  him.  They 
all  knew  that  they  were  in  a  precarious  position,  yet 
there  was  no  division  of  opinion.  The  holy  city  and 
the  palace  of  the  Sapor  were  built  within  the  Holy 
Crater,  the  means  of  egress  and  ingress  being  by  way 
of  a  limited  number  of  narrow  passes,  always  well 
guarded.  The  ten  thousand  soldiers,  at  the  absolute 
command  of  the  Sapor,  could  hold  both  against  an 
hundred  thousand  soldiers  from  without  until  starva 
tion  came.  But  that  starvation  would  also  include  the 
kings,  and  their  households.  This  was  no  child's  play. 

Through  the  many  balastrarias  in  the  walls  of 
Nahan's  palace,  the  kings  watched  the  soldiers  deploy 
into  the  street,  and  take  a  menacing  position.  Cyax 
ares  recognized  at  their  head  the  captain  that  had 
twice  conducted  him  from  the  gardens  of  the  priests  to 
the  inner  sanctum  of  the  Sapor's  palace.  Every  one 
wondered  what  the  first  aggressive  move  would  be. 
Suddenly  there  was  a  new  commotion  in  the  street. 
From  every  opening  in  the  palace  walls  hands  and 
scarfs  were  waving.  A  murmur  of  a  multitude  of 
voices  was  heard.  Even  the  stolid  soldiers  looked  on 
in  surprise  and  alarm.  Then  through  the  spiral-like 
street,  in  solid  phalanx,  came  the  priests  of  the  Holy 
Crater,  their  great  shocks  of  white  hair  and  patri- 


264  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

archal  beards  blowing  to  the  breeze.  In  perfect 
marching  order  they  came.  In  perfect  alignment  they 
carried  tall  staffs,  on  the  top  of  which  was  a  white 
cross  with  a  crimson  circle  in  the  center.  It  was  the 
sign  of  the  true  holy  war. 

Zirkan  was  in  the  lead,  and  directly  following  was 
the  assembly  of  priests  that  ruled  the  Holy  Crater. 
There  was  no  room  for  doubt  on  the  part  of  the  aston 
ished  soldiers ;  here  was  all  the  authority  that  they 
knew,  therefore  as  Zirkan  waved  them  back  they  turned 
and  retreated  through  the  gates  by  which  they  had  en 
tered  the  holy  city,  and  now  the  gates  were  barred  so 
that  they  could  not  return. 

The  kings  in  Nahan's  palace  knew  that  that  had  hap 
pened  which  had  been  predicted  more  than  an  hundred 
years  before.  For  the  first  time  in  the  knowledge  of 
man  the  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater  had  entered  the 
holy  city  in  a  body.  The  Church  now  ruled  the  great 
confederation ;  the  kings  were  hostages,  as  much  so  as 
though  guarded  by  the  armed  retainers  of  the  Sapor. 
The  Sapor's  power  had  passed.  She  was  a  prisoner 
in  her  own  palace.  The  clang  of  that  bell  had  been 
awaited  for  a  century.  The  Church  and  the  State  had 
separated. 

Zirkan  alone  stood  at  the  door  of  Nahan's  palace. 

"  Send  to  me  Cyaxares  and  Saluciea,"  he  said.  "  I 
will  see  them  safely  on  their  way  to  Baleria." 

There  was  no  hesitation,  no  reason  for  fear.  Zir 
kan  was  now  the  head  of  the  priests,  and  could  enforce 
any  rule  that  he  might  promulgate.  Nevertheless,  any 
«ne  knowing  him  would  trust  him.  Cyaxares  and  his 
fair  bride  had  the  utmost  confidence  in  him.  They 
embraced  Nahan,  and  passed  out  through  the  great 
silver  portal,  and  accompanied  Zirkan. 


SEPARATION  OF  CHURCH  AND  STATE     265 

With  few  words  and  no  ceremony  they  were  con 
ducted  through  the  gardens,  and  out  to  the  narrow 
plateau,  where  an  hundred  horsemen  awaited  their  com 
ing  to  give  them  safe  escort  back  to  Baleria.  They 
were  both  sad,  and  yet  relieved.  Their  personal  safety 
was  assured,  yet  they  felt  that  they  had  left  behind 
them  a  sad  and  dangerous  political  situation.  It  was 
traditional  that  in  a  day  the  Church  would  secede  from 
the  State,  and  would  rule  the  clans.  The  long-waited- 
for  opportunity  had  come,  and  they  had  seized  the  gov 
ernment  in  a  single  hour  and  without  a  struggle. 
Every  outlet  to  the  holy  city,  and  every  entrance  to 
the  Holy  Crater  was  doubly  guarded  by  the  palace 
guards,  who  were  part  and  parcel  of  the  cold,  hard 
discipline  of  the  Sapor's  palace. 

In  due  time  Cyaxares  arrived  at  Baleria,  thanked 
and  rewarded  the  escorting  soldiers,  and  returned  them 
to  the  Holy  Crater. 

Cyaxares  was  not  happy  over  the  strange  turn  of 
affairs.  The  curt  dismissal  from  the  Holy  Crater  car 
ried  no  invitation  toi  return.  He  could  not  go  forward 
with  his  plans  for  a  new  nation  without  authority  from 
the  Holy  Crater.  It  was  not  unreasonable  for  the 
priests  rather  to  hold  him  responsible  for  a  disagree 
able  change  in  the  political  and  economic  conditions 
there.  It  was  not  necessarily  to  their  welfare  that  the 
Sapor  should  be  deposed.  As  a  rule  these  priestly  com 
munities  were  averse  to  having  the  even  tenor  of  their 
Jives  interrupted.  While  their  vows  of  celibacy  were 
contrai'3T  to  nature  and  a  crime  against  civilization, 
they  thought  only  of  their  own  interests  and  many, 
perhaps,  secretly  were  glad  to  see  the  cause  of  all  their 
disturbances  safely  out  of  their  sight.  They  were  nat 
urally  averse  to  a  woman  ruler. 


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A  very  much  more  serious  and  irritating  thing 
awaited  Cyaxares  in  Baleria.  Cracillies  did  not  greet 
him  with  the  same  fervor  as  of  old.  In  silent  anger 
and  humiliation  he  summoned  Cambyses,  and  they 
talked  long  and  seriously  of  the  delicate  situation,  then 
together  they  went  to  Phraortes.  That  good  old  man 
tried  to  convince  them  that  there  was  nothing  personal 
in  the  case,  that  it  was  only  the  morbid  reaction  of  war, 
and  that  it  would  soon  right  itself.  Nevertheless,  both 
Cyaxares  and  Cambyses  were  determined  to  keep  them 
selves  in  activity.  Cambyses  informed  Cyaxares  that 
he  intended  going  on  a  private  mission  of  his  own,  and 
he  hoped  that  he  and  his  fair  bride  would  remain  in 
seclusion  at  Phraortes'  palace  until  he  returned.  Tak 
ing  only  his  three  faithful  guardsmen  with  him,  he 
started  on  his  way  on  some  mysterious  mission.  Cyax 
ares  and  Saluciea  looked  wise,  but  said  nothing.  Per 
haps  they  were  right,  perhaps  wrong;  it  was  Cam 
byses'  affair. 

Upon  becoming  settled  in  his  father's  palace,  Cyax 
ares'  mind  relaxed,  and  he  began  to  realize  the  joy  of 
having  a  companion  whom  he  could  trust  more  than 
he  had  ever  trusted  any  one  before.  Saluciea  was  a 
comfort  indeed,  making  him  forget  his  troubles,  and 
inspiring  in  him  the  old  desire  to  reorganize  Baleria. 
Phraortes,  having  all  confidence  in  his  son,  gave  him 
a  free  hand.  He  welcomed  Saluciea  as  his  daughter, 
as  his  friend  Nahan  had  saluted  Cyaxares  as  his  son. 

In  disguise  the  lovers  again  went  over  the  old 
ground,  but  they  avoided  the  house  wherein  they  had 
first  met;  they  both  desired  to  blot  from  their  memory 
the  events  that  had  occurred  there.  Moreover,  they 
did  not  visit  the  caverns  of  Crail,  nor  did  Cracillies 
seem  to  care  to  meet  them.  This  puzzled  them  more 


than  any  other  thing.  Nevertheless,  they  went  cheer 
fully  about  laying  their  plans  for  the  rehabilitation  of 
the  city.  The  first  move  was  for  Cyaxares  to  place 
himself  in  command  of  the  army  garrisoned  at  the  sev 
eral  passes.  Making  his  headquarters  at  Regules* 
mountain  house,  he  soon  had  order  restored  to  the 
army,  and  discipline  took  the  place  of  languid  idle 
ness. 

He  brought  into  his  close  confidence  all  the  officers, 
and  they  looked  upon  him  as  their  head  and  leader. 
On  one  bright  morning  he  and  his  staff  of  officers  rode 
into  Baleria  to  inspect  that  city.  For  three  days  they 
went  carefully  over  its  districts.  Two  days  more  they 
spent  out  in  the  country  districts,  and  then  they  re 
turned  into  the  city.  The  officers  returned  to  their 
several  charges,  and  Cyaxares  remained  in  Baleria. 
Mysterious  doings  began  from  that  day  in  Little 
Ironia.  For  two  months  great  activity  prevailed  in 
both  city  and  agrarian  districts.  Cyaxares  had  made 
daily  excursions  about  the  city,  sometimes  taking  Salu- 
ciea  with  him  in  disguise.  All  the  ships  at  his  com 
mand  were  put  in  sailing  order  on  the  Persian  gulf, 
and  many  visiting  ships  had  been  chartered. 

At  last  an  eventful  day  came  —  his  plans  had  cul 
minated.  The  garrisons  moved  as  a  body  to  a  tempo 
rary  position  near  the  city.  A  sufficient  number  was 
placed  throughout  the  city  and  a  drag-net  started. 
Thousands  of  undesirable  men  of  the  city  of  Baleria 
were  escorted  to  the  sea,  placed  in  the  triremes  there 
waiting  to  receive  them,  and  deported  to  foreign  lands. 
At  first  the  city  was  in  a  turmoil,  the  people  were  much 
frightened  and  excited,  but  in  a  few  days  it  was  all 
over,  and  order  was  restored. 

One  week  later  a  day  of  festivity  took  possession  of 


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Little  Ironia.  The  army  was  divided  into  five  di 
visions.  Long  strings  of  two-wheeled  carts  streamed 
into  Baleria,  laden  with  fruits,  vegetables,  and  farm 
ing  implements.  As  they  passed  into  the  city  they 
were  taken  in  hand  by  officers.  A  woman  with  a  small 
pack  was  placed  upon  each  cart,  and  given  a  staff  for 
guiding  the  single,  ox  that  drew  the  vehicle.  Then  they 
were  passed  on  until  five  long  lines  were  formed.  It 
was  a  wonderful  sight.  Garlanded  with  flowers,  and 
with  the  women  singing,  and  playing  the  tambourine  or 
stringed  instruments,  five  thousand  of  these  carts 
wended  their  way  out  of  Baleria,  ostensibly  to  pay  a 
visit  to  the  several  camps  of  the  army. 

Imagine  the  dismay  of  these  willing  merrymakers, 
however,  to  reach  the  camps  and  have  a  grim  soldier 
placed  upon  the  seat  by  each  woman,  while  the  carts 
kept  moving.  Thus  each  soldier  received  from  Baleria 
his  wife  and  outfit,  and  in  perfect  order  drove  through 
the  passes,  finally  reaching  the  uplands  where  rich  land 
awaited  them. 

From  this  planting  grew  the  great  nation  afterward 
known  as  the  Achaemenians,  one  of  the  most  powerful 
of  the  Persian  monarchies.  The  Sesanians,  another 
great  nation,  also  sprang  from  this  colonization 
scheme  that  cleansed  Baleria.  Cyaxares'  judgment 
was  correct,  these  women  only  needed  womanly  occupa 
tion  to  redeem  them.  They  and  their  soldier  husbands 
begot  one  of  the  most  hardy  and  beautiful  races  in  all 
Asia. 

Seven  thousand  men  and  women  were  deported  from 
Baleria.  The  country  people  had  begun  to  realize  that 
a  new  regime  had  begun.  Officials  had  searched  out 
their  conditions  until  a  systematic  regeneration  of  Lit 
tle  Ironia  could  be  accomplished,  and  this  was  noble 


SEPARATION  OF  CHURCH  AND  STATE     269 

work  for  Cyaxares  and  his  wife.  Soon  Saluciea  was 
known  as  the  queen  of  Ironia  and  Cyaxares  as  the  fu 
ture  king.  Both  were  welcomed  and  beloved  by  the 
people. 

Not  one  word  of  protest  had  come  from  the  Holy 
Crater;  the  routine  business  between  the  Church  and 
the  State  in  Baleria  went  on  without  shock  or  jar. 
Cyaxares  had  done  things,  great  things.  He  had  in 
his  composition  the  metal  of  a  king.  Its  genuine  ring 
was  heard,  across  the  world. 

A  year  had  passed,  and  Cambyses  had  only  been 
heard  from  once  in  Aspahan. 

Cracillies  had  held  aloof.  Not  once  had  Cyaxares 
seen  him  after  his  first  meeting  upon  his  return  from 
the  Holy  Crater,  but  now  the  occasion  had  come  when 
his  official  presence  was  urgently  required  at  the  pal 
ace.  An  heir  was  born  to  Cyaxares.  Cracillies  came, 
and  christened  it  in  the  name  of  the  Holy  Trinity, 
Nahan.  This  event  again  united  the  Church  and  the 
State  in  Ironia,  and  the  colony  was  reorganized  as 
provincial  to  the  tight  little  nation.  Cracillies,  with 
out  explanation,  assured  Cyaxares  of  his  friendship 
and  good-will. 


CHAPTER  XVII 

DEIOCES    STANDS    IN    THE    MARKET-PLACE  ! 

*  *  T  OOK !  Deioces  stands  in  the  market-place !  " 
•I— ^  was  the  terrifying  cry  that  electrified  Baleria. 
And  a  wave  of  terror  swept  over  the  city.  The  cry 
reached  even  to  the  palace. 

It  had  been  a  full  year  since  Cambyses  went  on  his 
mysterious  journey;  no  word  had  been  received  by  Cy- 
axares  of  his  doings  or  even  of  his  whereabouts. 
Finally,  however,  he  had  drifted  into  the  city  of 
Aspahan.  Seeking  his  old  comrade,  he  confided  to  him 
his  ambition  to  ascertain  the  whereabouts  of  Deioces ; 
he  had  business  with  him.  The  grim  old  warrior 
smiled,  saying: 

"  Yes,  Crecies  is  dead,  I  am  told.  Deioces  will  need 
a  new  butcher.  But  I  fear,  Cambyses,  that  you  would 
practice  too  much  on  the  anatomy  of  old  Deioces  him 
self." 

"  No,  I  am  not  looking  for  that  particular  job.  I 
am  curator  at  large  for  King  Nahan's  new  museum  at 
the  holy  city.  Confidentially,  I  seek  to  fill  a  certain 
niche  there,  awaiting  the  head  of  a  certain  late  king  of 
Ironia,"  was  Cambyses'  ominous  reply. 

"  No  one,  so  far  as  I  can  learn,  knows  the  present 
abode  of  your  victim,  therefore  tarry  with  me  for  a 
while.  Sooner  or  later  we  shall  find  a  clue.  Have 
those  cheerful  murderers  that  you  lug  about  with  you 
lay  off  their  duties  long  enough  to  feel  the  relaxation 

of  freemen,  for  you  are  a  tyrant  of  the  hardest  type, 

270 


DEIOCES  STANDS  IN  MARKET-PLACE     271 

Cambyses.  I  will  undertake  to  amuse  you,  and  make 
you  forget  to  kill  a  man  for  a<  week." 

"  Not  for  longer  time  than  a  week,"  boastfully  re 
torted  Cambyses,  and  off  they  went  to  plunge  through 
the  exciting  streets. 

In  a  little  pleasure  resort  they  saw  through  the  lat 
tice  three  ugly  individuals,  drinking  and  in  animated 
discussion.  Cautiously  approaching,  they  listened. 
They  were  the  three  henchmen  of  Cambyses,  discussing 
the  merits  of  some  dancer  that  they  had  seen. 

Kapies  had  had  his  tongue  cut  out  by  a  band  of 
brigands  who  had  once  captured  him.  Heptes  had  had 
his  ears  sliced  off  in  Bagdad  in  a  fight  over  a  woman. 
Candes  was  the  only  whole  man  of  the  three,  conse 
quently  he  had  the  better  of  the  other1  two  in  affairs  of 
the  heart. 

"  Ha !  She  spurned  Paulius ;  what  show  would  you 
have,  Heptes?  You  will  have  to  have  a  pair  of  sow's 
ears  nailed  onto  that  rattle-box  of  yours  before  she 
could  talk  to  you.  As  for  you,  Kapies,  you  might 
stand  some  show.  A  woman  loves  best  the  man  that 
can  not  talk  back  to  her."  And  thus  Candes  taunted 
his  comrades  upon  their  unfortunate  infirmities. 

"  We  will  admit,  ye  blessed  of  the  gods,  that  fortune 
hath  seen  fit  to  preserve  your  external  parts,  ugly  and 
gnarled  as  they  are,  but  your  lack  of  wit  more  than  off 
sets  that  advantage,"  hotly  replied  Heptes. 

Poor  Kapies  could  only  turn  purple  with  suppressed 
rage  and  gesticulate  his  approval  of  Heptes'  words, 
for  they  never  fought  each  other. 

"  Ha !  Ha  !  "  tauntingly  continued  Candes.  "  Your 
retort  is  sharp,  but  it  hath  no  sting,  coming  from 
duller  wit  than  I  boast.  I  am  wiser  than  I  am  witty, 
for  I  know  whether  a  wench  loveth  me  or  not  before  I 


272  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

make  an  ass  of  myself  in  the  presence  of  other  people." 

"  You  will  have  all  the  wags  in  Aspahan  punning 
about  your  wisdom  ere  a  week  has  passed,"  grumbled 
Heptes. 

"  A  week !  "  exclaimed  Candes.  "  Why,  you  will 
have  all  of  us  slain  in  two  nights,  if  you  do  not  cease 
your  attentions  to  Scala.  You  are  not  in  her  class. 
Why,  the  king's  son,  I  am  told,  is  not  now  good  enough 
for  her.  I  warn  you:  Leave  her  be." 

At  the  mention  of  Scala's  name,  Cambyses  pressed 
the  arm  of  his  comrade,  and  whispered,  "  That  is 
enough:  I  will  stop  it." 

Entering  the  room,  to  the  consternation  of  the  three 
trusties,  Cambyses'  roared,  addressing  himself  to  Can 
des: 

"  Cease  your  prattling,  Candes,  ere  I  cut  your 
tongue  out,  as  did  the  brigands  for  Kapies,  doubtless 
for!  the  same  fault.  If  you  listen  more  to  him,  Kapies, 
I  shall  send  your  ears  to  adorn  the  walls  of  King 
Nahan's  museum  of  anatomy,  to  keep  Candes'  tongue 
company ;  and  your  own  tongue  must  follow  the  others, 
Heptes." 

"  Then,  good  master,  how  could  we  deliver  your  mes 
sages?  "  plaintively  said  Heptes. 

"  That  is  true.  I  shall  spare  your  tongue  and  am 
putate  an  arm  instead." 

"  Then  how  could  I  fight  for  you?  "  asked  Heptes. 

"  Well,  make  it  a  leg,"  retorted  Cambyses. 

"  How  then  shall  I  go  to  battle  with  you  ?  "  was  the 
faithful  henchman's  final  plea. 

"  Cut  off  his  head,  good  master,"  spoke  Candes. 
"  He  has  less  use  for  that  than  any  other  part." 

They  all  laughed  heartily  together,  and  drank  to 
one  another's  good  health  and  pleasure ;  then  Cambyses 


DEIOCES  STANDS  IN  MARKET-PLACE     273 

said  that  he  would  forgive  them,  and  he  gave  them  their 
freedom  until  further  orders. 

This  was  a  merry  crew  of  well-seasoned  and  fearless 
old  sinners,  without  respect  for  the  laws  of  God  or  of 
man.  Aspahan  long  remembered  the  roistering  time 
that  they  had  while  it  lasted,  which  was  but  for  three 
days  and  nights,  because  of  the  tragedy  that  we  shall 
now  relate. 

Cambyses  and  his  comrade  went  systematically  about 
ascertaining  something  of  Deioces'  present  hiding- 
place,  and,  on  the  third  day,  were  rewarded  by  positive 
information  regarding  his  rendezvous. 

Not  desiring  to  arouse  suspicion  or  curiosity  by  his 
presence  in  Aspahan,  Cambyses  had  refrained  from 
making  himself  too  conspicuous  in  the  public  places. 
But  now  that  he  had  secured  the  information  he 
sought,  he  decided  to  have  one  night  of  recreation,  and 
to  leave  the  next  morning  by  daybreak. 

Sending  for  his  henchmen,  he  instructed  them  to  look 
carefully  over  their  horses  and  their  entire  equipment, 
and  to  stay  with  them  and  be  prepared  for  an  early 
start  the  following  morning. 

That  night  he  and  his  friend  went  the  pace,  putting 
the  street  and  the  resorts  in  an  uproar.  In  each  re 
sort  Cambyses  scattered  a  handful  of  silver  upon  the 
stage  for  the  dancers  to  scramble  over.  They  drank 
copiously. 

It  was  midnight.  There  was  one  celebrated  place 
which  they  had  not  visited.  Befuddled  as  he  was,  Cam 
byses  dreaded  the  ordeal.  He  knew  that  Scala  was 
there :  Scala  knew  that  he  was  in  Aspahan.  Scala  had 
gone  the  pace  that  kills.  She  had  clung  to  the  young 
Prince  Claudies  until  very  recently,  when  she  had  be 
come  quite  promiscuous  in  her  friendships.  She  dared 


not  ask  why  Cambyses  had  not  sought  her.  She  her 
self  dreaded  the  meeting.  Her  quarrel  with  Claudies 
was  a  serious  matter,  as  every  one  knew.  He  was  des 
perately,  madly,  in  love  with  her,  and  resented  the  at 
tentions  of  other  men.  In  the  hearts  of  Scala,  Clau 
dies,  and  Cambyses  there  was  a  feeling  of  impending 
crisis  that  night. 

Cambyses  and  his  comrade  took  seats  near  the  low 
platform,  upon  which  the  dancers  performed.  Scala 
was  a  tremendous  favorite.  The  platform  was  smoth 
ered  in  flowers  in  her  honor. 

A  great  shout  went  up.  Four  pages,  clothed  in 
white  silk  and  wearing  wreaths  of  rosebuds  upon  their 
brows,  their  long  blond  curls  dancing  merrily  with  the 
graceful  swing  of  their  bodies,  bore  through  the 
quickly  improvised  aisle  a  beautifully  wrought  paly- 
anka,  in  which  was  seated  the  queen  of  dancers  — 
Scala. 

Cambyses  caught  his  breath.  She  was  beautiful  be 
yond  anything  that  he  had  ever  seen  before.  Before 
he  could  wholly  recover  she  had  tripped  lightly  onto 
the  platform.  The  cymbals  ceased  their  droning,  as 
the  danseuse  posed,  and  with  an  air  of  triumph  she 
looked  about  for  a  single  instant,  while  she  raised  her 
pearl-bedecked  tambourine,  and  poised  herself  for 
flight.  Cambyses  was  stunned.  She  was  absolutely 
nude  but  for  a  single  gauze  of  woven  silver  —  a  mere 
sheen  of  spider-web  weave.  Her  magnificent  person 
was  the  acme  of  artistic  perfection.  About  her  brow 
she  wore  a  broad  golden  bandeau,  in  the  center  of 
which  shone  a  resplendent  jewel.  From  her  shoulders, 
and  fastened  to  her  wristlets  and  golden  anklets,  were 
streamers  of  finely  woven  rosebuds.  There  was  noth 
ing  false,  nothing  modest,  about  her.  She  knew  that 


DEIOCES  STANDS  IN  MARKET-PLACE     275 

she  was  the  highest  embodiment  of  the  artistic  nude; 
there  was  nothing  to  feel  ashamed  of.  With  cheeks 
ablaze  and  with  sparkling  eyes,  she  bounded  into  the 
air,  and  her  wondrous  grace  transfixed  Cambyses.  As 
she  whirled  those  graceful  limbs  of  polished  ivory  and 
performed  her  many  amorous  contortions,  he  was  lost 
in  wonderment  and  admiration  at  her  skill,  forgetting 
that  he  was  watching  that  Scala  whom  he  had  once 
declared  that  he  would  rather  know  was  in  hell  than 
dancing  nude  in  the  streets  of  Baleria. 

She  had  not  seen  him  in  the  audience.  He  suddenly 
felt  that  some  one  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  platform 
was  rudely  staring  at  him.  Coming  out  of  his  trance 
he  looked  at  the  individual,  and  a  thrill  passed  through 
him.  It  was  Claudies.  He  and  two  companions  were 
openly  and  impudently  discussing  him.  As  a  scowl  of 
resentment  passed  over  his  face,  they  laughed  de 
risively. 

Suddenly  the  gyrating  beauty  ran  to  the  edge  of 
the  platform,  with  a  little  cry  of  surprise,  and  looked 
down  upon  Cambyses,  holding  out  her  hands  toward 
him. 

"  Come,  good  Cambyses,  come  greet  me.  Please ! " 
And  she  still  held  her  hands  toward  him.  As  this  oc 
curred  Claudies  was  seen  to  arise  in  his  seat,  and  lean 
forward  as  if  awaiting  the  effects  of  Scala's  invitation 
to  Cambyses.  Cambyses  arose,  stepped  to  the  edge  of 
the  platform,  and  took  Scala's  hands  in  his  own,  and 
kissed  them  in  the  midst  of  the  applause  of  the  audi 
ence.  There  were  tears  in  the  eyes  of  both  as  they 
looked  at  each  other. 

Before  any  one  could  surmise  what  was  happening, 
Claudies,  with  a  scream  of  jealous  rage,  sprang  upon 
the  platform,  ran  to  Scala,  and  plunged  a!  long  glitter- 


276  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

ing  dagger  into  her  back.  She  fell  forward,  and  into 
Cambyses'  arms.  For  a  moment  the  house  was  shocked 
into  silence.  Claudies  stood  glaring  down  upon  his 
victim  as  if  gathering  strength  for  another  spring. 

Gently  passing  Scala  to  his  companion,  Cambyses 
sprang  upon  the  platform  with  drawn  sword. 

"  I  am  not  violating  my  oath  to  your  father,  you 
rat,"  he  said  between  his  clinched  teeth,  and  he  repeat 
edly  plunged  his  weapon  into  the  body  of  the  degen 
erate  young  prince,  who  fell  among  the  flowers. 

The  place  was  now  in  an  uproar. 

"  Come,"  said  his  friend,  "  we  must  get  out  of  this." 
For  a  moment  he  resisted,  then  taking  a  long  look  at 
the  beautiful  form  lying  upon  the  platform  in  the  midst 
of  her  roses,  he  pressed  his  great  hand  upon  his  heart, 
and  they  quickly  made  their  way  out,  and  to  Cambyses' 
headquarters.  An  hour  later  he  and  his  guardsmen 
had  passed  out  through  the  king's  gate,  bound  for  the 
great  salt  desert. 

For  long  weary  hours  they  rode  without  a  word. 
Cambyses  was  heartbroken.  Not  until  that  fatal  mo 
ment,  when  he  saw  the  gleaming  blade  pass  into  the 
beautiful  smooth  skin  and  to  the  heart  of  Scala,  did  he 
know  what  love  was.  It  had,  in  a  dumb  sort  of  way, 
teased  and  tormented  him,  but  never  before  had  it 
stabbed  him  to  the  very  marrow. 

To  him  now  the  satin-skinned  danseuse  was  as  pure 
as  the  driven  snow.  If  he  could  suddenly  look  up  and 
find  her  riding  by  his  side,  he  would  never  return.  He 
would  ride  on  to  some  isolated  oasis  and  live  there  in 
peace  and  joy  with  Scala,  who  had  loved  him,  and  had 
thought  that  he  had  spurned  her  affection.  He 
blamed  himself  greatly  for  the  tragedy  of  her  life. 

Thus  they   had   ridden   all   day  long.     Their  tired 


DEIOCES  STANDS  IN  MARKET-PLACE     277 

steeds  could  hardly  draw  one  foot  after  the  other.  At 
nearly  nightfall  they  found  a  water-hole  and  prepared 
to  camp  for  the  night. 

The  alcohol  with  which  their  systems  were  saturated 
by  the  three  days  of  hard  drinking,  needed  fuel  other 
than  their  tissues,  therefore  they  were  hungry.  The 
dry  lumps  of  bread  that  they  carried  were  poor  com 
pensation  for  what  their  appetites  craved.  Candes 
took  his  bow,  and  went  into  the  shrubbery.  It  was  a 
wild,  desolate  place  with  no  signs  of  civilization,  and 
bore  little  evidence  of  animal  life.  Nevertheless,  the 
hunter  soon  returned  with  a  young  wild  pig,  which  he 
had  bagged.  This  seemed  to  arouse  Cambyses,  who 
began  to  direct  them  in  the  proper  roasting  of  the 
game.  Together  they  sat  by  the  solemn  glow  of  the 
flickering  fire,  and  devoured  the  pig.  It  was  a  feast, 
indeed,  for  the  tired  men.  After  taking  the  usual  pre 
cautions  for  safety, —  one  keeping  sentry  while  the 
others  slept, —  they  sought  the  sleep  that  no  man 
knows  who  has  not  been  pushed  to  the  limit  of  physical 
endurance. 

They  had  found  the  source  of  the  water  near  at 
hand.  This  obviated  their  having  to  partake  of  the 
water  in  the  pool,  fouled  by  the  wallow  of  the  wild 
hog.  Day  after  day  they  traveled.  The  guards  be 
gan  to  look  askance  at  one  another  and  to  nod  their 
heads.  They  were  growing  weary  of  it,  and  they  won 
dered  where  Cambyses  might  be  leading  them.  They 
were  covered  with  a  white  alkaline  substance  that  teased 
the  eyes  and  nostrils.  Their  salt-encrusted  lips 
cracked,  and  the  silence  of  desolation  was  ringing  con 
stantly  in  their  ears.  Food  for  their  tired  animals  was 
growing  scarcer  each  day,  and  they  were  reduced  to  a 
few  hard  crusts  of  bread.  Occasionally,  about  the 


278  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

saline  water-holes,  they  would  knock  over  a  lean  little 
sand  snipe,  the  fortunate  hunter  eating  him  raw  rather 
than  waste  a  drop  of  his  life-giving  juice. 

Carobyses  knew  that  he  was  pushing  his  men  too 
hard.  Not  a  murmur  had  been  heard,  yet  he  felt  the 
impending  revolt,  therefore  he  was  more  than  content 
when  the}r  came  upon  a  fresh  trail,  showing  the  tracks 
of  many  horses.  He  was  about  to  be  vindicated. 
They  were  poorly  prepared,  however,  to  meet  the  sur 
prise  that  quickly  followed.  Before  they  could  real 
ize  it,  they  were  surrounded  by  fifty  horsemen,  headed 
by  no  less  a  personage  than  Deioces  himself.  Realiz 
ing  that  they  were  trapped,  and  knowing  that  no  quar 
ter  would  be  shown,  Cambyses  made  a  dash  at  Deioces. 
The  king  was  no  match  for  the  powerful  old  warrior. 
His  blade  swept  Deioces'  head  off  his  shoulders  like 
knocking  an  apple  from  a  tree.  The  intrepid  guards 
men  threw  themselves  between  the  horsemen  and  Cam 
byses,  while  the  latter  with  a  single  motion  snatched 
the  head  of  his  victim  in  his  hand,  and  trailing  with 
him  the  well-worn  purple  robe  of  the  king  dashed 
away.  Amazed  at  this  foolhardy  piece  of  bravery,  the 
horsemen  could  hardly  believe  their  eyes  when  they  saw 
Cambyses  fleeing  like  the  wind,  a  safe  distance  from 
them,  while  his  three  brave  henchmen  were  mowing  the 
enemy  down  like  blades  of  grass. 

As  much  as  Cambyses  disliked  to  flee  from  his  brave 
followers,  it  was  wholly  useless  for  him  to  sacrifice  his 
own  life  needlessly,  when  he  had  more  urgent  use  for  it. 
The  chances  were  very  good  that  they  would  escape,  as 
they  had  done  before  in  the  face  of  tremendous  odds. 

On  he  sped  until  his  steed  stumbled  from  sheer  ex 
haustion.  How  he  ever  reached  the  civilized  country 
alive  he  could  not  explain.  He  only  knew  that,  tired 


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and  exhausted,  he  lay  by  the  road  when  a  caravan 
passed  on  its  way  to  Aspahan.  They  gave  him  food 
and  drink,  and  directed  him  to  the  nearest  way  to  the 
Ironian  pass. 

Just  before  reaching  Regules'  mountain  house,  two 
mounted  soldiers,  whom  he  recognized  as  Deioces' 
prowlers  by  the  square  crosses  on  the  tops  of  their 
helmets,  accosted  him. 

"  Why  such  haste,  comrade  ?  "  asked  one  of  the  men, 
as  he  confronted  Cambyses. 

"  I  am  late  for  dinner,"  responded  Cambyses  good- 
naturedly. 

"  What  have  you  there  ?  "  was  the  next  query,  and 
the  soldier  poked  his  sword  at  the  bundle  fastened  to 
Cambyses'  saddle. 

"  A  fat  pig  that  I  am  taking  to  a  fair  lady,  whose 
heart  I  desire  to  win,"  replied  Cambyses,  laughingly. 

"  Ha !  Ha !  A  fat  pig  and  a  fair  lady,  both  too 
slick  to  hold,"  laughed  the  soldier.  "  One  might  think, 
from  its  contour  and  its  royal  wrapping,  that  it  were 
a  head." 

"  I  wish  it  were  the  head  of  my  worst  enemy,"  said 
Cambyses. 

"  And  whose  head  might  that!  be  ?  " 

"  The  head  of  the  devil,"  roared  the  old  soldier,  and 
he  plunged  past  them  before  they  could  prevent  it. 

Taking  a  short  rest  at  Regules'  place,  he  recounted 
to  the  aged  retainer  the  fate  of  Scala,  not  forgetting 
to  add  that  he  had  made  a  sieve  of  the  young  prince's 
body.  Regules  took  it  hard,  notwithstanding  he  had 
had  his  trials  with  his  wayward  daughter.  He  and 
Cambyses  both  wept. 

To  his  utter  joy  and  amazement,  as  he  was  about  to 
set  out  for  Baleria,  three  tired  horsemen,  battered  and 


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bandaged,  came  galloping  up  to  the  mountain  house. 
It  was  his  intrepid  guardsmen,  too  tired  and  starved 
to  talk.  They  could  only  gasp  for  a  stimulant. 
They  were  quickly  plied  with  refreshments,  and  permit 
ted  to  rest  before  they  were  pressed  for  their  story. 
It  was  simple.  They  cut  their  way  out,  and  were  never 
headed.  None  of  their  wounds  were  serious.  Their 
condition  necessitated  a  day's  rest  for  recuperation  be 
fore  starting  for  Baleria. 

It  was  near  morning  when  four  tremendous  horse 
men  responded  to  the  peremptory  challenge  of  the 
guards  at  the  environ  of  Baleria.  Fortunately  the 
soldiers  recognized  Cambyses,  and  they  were  permitted 
to  pass  on  into  the  city.  Straight  to  the  market-place 
they  went.  In  its  midst  stood  a  post,  six  feet  tall,  with 
a  spike  protruding  from  its  top.  Unrolling  the  robe, 
Cambyses  lifted  out  the  head,  straightened  out  the 
beard,  and  thrust  the  spike  up  through  the  neck. 
Then  he  placed  a  piece  of  wood  into  the  shoulders  of 
the  robe,  and  draped  it  over  the  post.  Lowering  the 
camails  of  their  mailed  bonnets,  they  stood  at  arms, 
two  on  either  side  of  Deioces. 

Day  was  already  breaking,  and  the  market  people 
could  be  heard  singing  as  their  little  two-wheeled  carts 
wended  their  way  toward  the  soldiers. 

An  old  man  came  into  the  space,  bearing  upon  his 
head  a  large  flat  basket,  filled  with  fruits.  Seeing  the 
strange  figures  standing  like  wooden  things  in  the  cen 
ter  of  the  market,  he  came  closer  and  scrutinized  them 
with  suspicion.  Suddenly,  with  a  loud  scream  of  ter 
ror,  he  dashed  his  basket  to  the  pavement  and  ran,  cry 
ing  at  the  top  of  his  voice : 

"  Deioces  is  standing  in  the  market-place !  Deioces 
is  standing  in  the  market-place !  '*  Others  took  up  the 


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dreadful  cry  until  all  Baleria  was  ringing  with  it. 
Fear  seized  the  people,  and  many  began  to  pack  up 
their  belongings  and  flee  the  city,  not  knowing  the 
meaning  of  the  fearful  news.  Others  came  running  to 
the  market-place  to  see  what  was  causing  the  excite 
ment.  In  an  extraordinarily  short  time  a  great  throng 
had  gathered.  The  crowd  was  augmented  as  others 
took  courage  and  trended  there.  All  Baleria  was 
coming  to  look  and  shuddered.  It  was  a  silent  mob, 
awed  by  the  aspect  of  death  in  the  gruesome  scene. 
The  people  were  afraid  to  draw  near  unto  the  strange 
group.  They  had  definitely  recognized  that  they  were 
gazing  upon  the  dead  features  of  Deioces.  The  skin 
was  drawn  back  over  the  skull  showing  the  teeth;  there 
were  no  eyes ;  the  distorted  face  seemed  to  have  taken 
on  a  satirical  grimace  of  death,  and  its  tousled  appear 
ance  made  it  grotesque  as  well  as  awesome  and  grue 
some.  It  needed  but  a  spark  of  witticism  to  start  the 
crowd  to  jeering.  But  who  were  these  other  silent 
forms?  Were  they  also  of  the  dead?  They  at  least 
did  not  move,  yet  they  looked  dangerous  and  menacing. 
Their  tremendous  size,  their  hard-used,  rusty,  and 
dusty  armor,  and  their  grim,  determined  attitude  in 
spired  respectful  fear. 

For  an  hour  the  mob  increased,  but  stood  in  silence, 
as  if  expecting  something  to  happen,  for  evidently  this 
death  group  was  waiting  for  some  one  to  come.  The 
market  people  did  not  attempt  to  seek  their  stalls  or 
positions. 

The  clank  of  approaching  soldiers  was  heard.  The 
cry  that  Deioces  was  standing  in  the  market-place  had 
reached  the  palace.  A  runner  was  sent  to  see  what  it 
meant.  He  returned  with  horror  in  his  face,  and  told 
what  he  had  seen.  Well  did  Cyaxares  know  who  the 


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rusty  warriors  were.  Cambyses,  the  terrible,  had  re 
turned. 

A  small  body  of  soldiers,  with  Cyaxares  at  their 
head,  turned  into  the  square,  and  at  once  surrounded 
the  group.  The  old  guards  sheathed  their  weapons, 
and  raised  their  camails.  Truly  their  faces  looked  al 
most  as  harsh  as  did  that  of  the  sightless  Deioces. 
Tanned  to  a  grayish  brown,  and  filled  with  the  hard 
lines  of  terrible  exposure  and  hardships,  their  coun 
tenances  resembled  a  contingent  part  of  their  battered 
armor.  The  bandage  having  slipped  down  about  his 
neck,  a  long  ugly  wound  was  exposed  across  Heptes' 
face,  adding  no  beauty  to  it.  One  side  of  the  curtain 
to  Candes'  bonnet  had  been  slashed  loose,  and  trailed 
down  upon  his  shoulder.  The  whole  top  of  Kapies' 
bonnet  was  gone,  and  his  bristling  hair  stood  up  like 
a  rusty  old  plume.  The  roundle  on  Cambyses'  shoulder 
was  battered  into  an  unrecognizable  mass,  and  was 
hanging  by  a  piece  of  cord,  with  which  he  had  at 
tempted  to  lash  it  into  place.  Truly,  despite  the  grue 
some  reality  of  the  scene,  it  was  most  comical,  and  Cy 
axares  laughed  outright  at  their  forlorn  and  battered 
appearance,  as  he  embraced  his  faithful  old  comrade. 
The  people  taking  advantage  of  this  turn,  laughed  and 
jeered  also. 

"  You  must  have  had  a  fight,  Cambyses,"  remarked 
Cyaxares,  glancing  at  their  much  abused  armor. 

"  No,  we  were  blown  over  the  mountains  by  a  sirocco 
from  the  great  salt  desert,"  replied  Cambyses,  "  but 
we  got  what  we  went  after,"  and  he  looked  affection 
ately  at  his  gruesome  trophy.  "  A  rare  specimen  for 
King  Nahan's  museum  of  fine  arts." 

Cyaxares  shuddered  as  he  looked  into  the  horrible 
face.  "  Let  it  be  announced,"  he  said,  "  that  the  peo- 


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pie  may  all  take  a  final  view  of  the  features  of  their 
despoiler,  that  they  may  never  forget  the  ugliness  of 
tyranny  when  stripped  of  its  power  and  tinsel." 
Then  he  gave  orders  to  his  soldiers  to  remain  and 
guard  the  relic,  while  Cambyses  and  his  men  were  be 
ing  made  more  comfortable.  The  tired  henchmen  were 
provided  with  suitable  quarters,  and  Cambyses  became 
the  guest  of  Cyaxares  at  the  palace. 

After  being  made  presentable  and  given  a  good  long 
rest,  he  told  his  interesting  story.  Saluciea  wept 
greatly  at  the  fate  of  poor  misguided  Scala. 

A  few  days  later,  Kapies  and  Heptes  were  sent  on 
a  journey  to  the  Holy  Crater,  carrying  with  them  the 
head  of  Deioces,  and  a  message  of  compliment  as  a  gift 
to  Nahan. 


CHAPTER  XVIII 

CYAXARES  AND   CAMBYSES  DINE  AT   THE  "  THKEE   FISHER 
MEN  " 

/CYAXARES  and  Cambyses  consulted  long  and  ear- 
\*S  nestly  over  the  attitude  of  Cracillies,  which  was 
most  puzzling.  He  had  assumed  his  duties  as  head  of 
the  Holy  State  in  a  most  perfunctory  and  half-hearted 
way,  showing  no  especial  interest  in  any  of  the  sug 
gested  reforms  for  Baleria.  It  was  out  of  the  question 
for  Cyaxares  to  demand  an  explanation.  But  with 
Cambyses  it  was  quite  different.  He  was  a  mutual 
friend,  and  he  could  go  to  Cracillies  as  a  disinterested 
friend,  only  desirous  of  bringing  together  again  these 
two  who  had  formerly  been  on  terms  so  excellent,  and 
he  did  seek  Cracillies. 

His  reception  was  anything  but  cordial.  Cambyses 
was  not,  however,  a  man  to  be  put  off.  He  bluntly 
told  Cracillies  that  he  was  acting  like  a  pouting  child, 
disappointed  over  some  trivial  matter.  He  was  mak 
ing  himself  and  his  best  friends  most  uncomfortable, 
if  not  unhappy.  Some  explanation  was  due  to  Cyax 
ares,  who  could  not  help  feeling  that  his  old  friend  was 
holding  against  him  some  imaginary  grudge.  "  I  de 
sire  to  know  in  what  manner  he  has  unwittingly  given 
offense,"  he  said. 

The  old  priest  listened  sullenly,  but  finally  said: 
"  You  may  say  to  Cyaxares  that  he  has  not  purposely 
offended  me,  but  that  this  recent  political  change  has 
brought  with  it  the  cause  of  my  sorrow.  It  is  mine 

alone,  and  no  man  has  the  right  to  demand  of  me  an 

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CYAXARES  AND  CAMBYSES  DINE      285 

explanation ;  my  feelings  are  my  own.  I  do  not  care 
to  inflict  upon  others  my  troubles.  That  is  the  reason 
for  my  seeming  aloofness.  The  underlying  reasons  I 
will  not  discuss,  even  with  you,  Cambyses." 

Cambyses  reported  to  Cyaxares  his  unsatisfactory 
interview  with  Cracillies,  and  they  were  more  puzzled 
than  ever. 

Desiring  to  know  public  opinion  regarding  the  many 
radical  changes  that  had  occurred  in  the  government  of 
Baleria,  Cyaxares  and  Cambyses,  accompanied  by 
Candes,  disguised  themselves,  and  made  a  night  of  it 
in  the  different  divisions  of  the  city.  While  the  peo 
ple  were  now  privileged  to  go  with  freedom  to  any  por 
tion  of  the  city,  they  availed  themselves  of  this  license 
with  reluctance,  doubtless  due  to  habit  and  to  a  feeling 
that  the  old  prejudices  of  caste  might  bring  them  into 
dispute  with  their  neighbors. 

While  Heppotes  and  Feres  had  been  ignobly  de 
ported,  their  resort  had  been  left  practically  as  it  was 
for  this  very  purpose.  It  was  an  excellent  place  for 
good  old  wine  and  well-prepared  sea  foods,  hence  a 
rendezvous  for  the  ever  hungry  priests. 

This  pleasant  night  three  priests  of  the  Holy  State 
went  leisurely  behind  the  latticed  front  of  the  "  Three 
Fishermen,"  took  a  secluded  table,  and  ordered  wine, 
fish,  and  rice.  There  were  several  groups  of  priests 
already  well  warmed  up,  and  talking  loudly. 

Four  hearty  fellows,  with  ruddy  cheeks  and  pompous 
persons,  were  quite  near  the  table  occupied  by  Cyax 
ares'  party.  They  were  priests  of  the  Holy  Crail,  who 
were  now  granted  greater  liberty  than  formerly. 

"  The  liberties  we  now  have  are  telling  on  you,  my 
good  Pompilies.  It  requires  more  rope  to  girth  your 
already  inflated  personality,"  said  one. 


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"  You  are  too  polite,  Molienes ;  call  it  my  belly. 
May  it  never  cease  expanding  while  this  good  wine  and 
fish  may  be  had  with  which  to  fill  it,"  responded  the 
big,  healthy  gourmand. 

"  Speaking  of  liberty,  in  what  particular  respect 
does  this  differ  from  the  old  regime?  We  came  here 
then ;  we  come  here  now.  We  eat  the  same ;  we  pay  the 
same.  For  my  part  I  am  not  sure  that  the  new  order 
of  things  will  not  drift  finally  back  to  the  old  moor 
ings.  The  new  king  is  morally  better  than  Deioces, 
but  he  is  very  old,  and  may  topple  over  at  any  time; 
the  young  prince,  Cyaxares,  is  an  unknown  quantity. 
Who  can  tell  what  the  near  future  holds  for  Baleria, 
with  her  commerce  by  sea  gradually  slipping  from  her 
because  of  the  new  policy  of  the  government?  " 

"  Why,  Cratus,  that  is  quite  a  lecture,"  exclaimed 
Pompilies.  "  You  might  continue  and  say  that  Cra- 
cillies  is  also  getting  very  aged,  and  takes  little  inter 
est  in  these  economic  and  political  changes,  therefore 
we  youngsters  may  run  wild."  Each  one  was  more 
than  sixty. 

"  It  is  not  Cracillies'  age  that  makes  him  seem  in 
different  toward  his  exalted  promotion.  He  would 
rather  be  a  plodding  farmer  and  have  a  well  heart," 
remarked  the  last  of  the  four  priests. 

"What's  this?  What's  this?  Solus,  have  you,  too, 
some  great  secret  gnawing  at  your  vitals  ?  " 

"  Did  I  not  help  to  bring  Saluciea's  body  to  the 
caverns?  I  thought  he  would  die  of  grief  upon  look 
ing  at  her  apparently  dead  face  that  night,  and  when 
at  last  we  brought  life  back  into  her  body,  he  nearly 
went  mad  with  joy.  I  shall  never  forget  that  scene. 
He  himself  never  knew  to  what  extent  he  betrayed  him 
self.  No  man  could  speak  and  act  as  he  did  without 


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having  some  deep  underlying  sentiment  tearing  at  his 
heart." 

Cyaxares  could  hardly  contain  himself,  but  Cam- 
byses  whispered  that  it  was  too  important  a  matter 
not  to  try  to  know  more. 

"  You  don't  mean  to  say  that  Cracillies  was  rival 
to  Erskales?"  said  Pompilies. 

"  Oh,  no,  there  was  na  intimation  on  Saluciea's  part 
of  a  knowledge  of  Cracillies'  infatuation  for  her.  In 
fact,  the  first  word  that  she  uttered  upon  her  return 
to  consciousness  was  the  name  of  Cyaxares.  At  this 
Cracillies  seemed  provoked.  Perhaps  you  are  not 
aware  that  the  prince  lay  in  Cracillies'  private  house 
almost  wounded  to  death,  and  that  Saluciea  nursed 
him  back  to  life  there.  Perhaps  that  was  not  gall  and 
wormwood  to  an  old  man  madly  in  love." 

"  Why,  you  astonish  us.  I,  at  least,  was  not  aware 
of  that.  It  speaks  well  for  Cracillies'  noble  nature 
that  he  thus  permitted  his  rival  to  rivet  the  fetters 
upon  his  own  heart  which  impelled  him  to  wed  Saluciea 
afterward." 

"  There  was  more  than  gratitude  in  the  marriage. 
They  are  madly  in  love  with  each  other,  and  it  is  quite 
certain  that  Cyaxares  solved  the  mystery  about  her 
life,  and  found  that  she  was  a  pure  woman,  as  Cra 
cillies  declared  that  she  was,  for  the  prince  is  not  a 
man  to  fall  prey  to  an  adventuress." 

"  It  is  to  be  hoped  that  she  will  make  him  a  good 
wife,  for  I  believe  that  he  will  be  our  king,  and  I  have 
confidence  in  him.  He  seems  both  honest  and  capable," 
said  Molienes.  » 

"  I  consider  his  planting  the  colony  in  the  uplands 
the  most  astute  political  move  in  recent  times.  It  es 
tablishes  a  blood  tie  between  Ironia  and  the  Holy 


288  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

Crater.  Deioces  made  himself  world  famous  by  advo 
cating  the  holy  trinity,  or  triple  alliance,  but  this  is 
even  a  closer  and  stronger  tie,  a  blood  alliance,"  ear 
nestly  suggested  Pompilies. 

"  It  seems  a  pity  that  Cracillies  has  dropped  so  deep 
in  the  slough  of  despond.  It  is  becoming  noticeable  to 
all,  and  may  be  construed  as  disapproval  on  his  part 
of  the  many  reforms  of  the  new  king.  I  hope  some 
thing  may  occur  to  alleviate  the  situation,"  said  Solus. 

"  Have  you  heard  that  a  conclave  is  soon  to  be 
called  to  rehabilitate  the  triple  alliance? "  asked 
Cratus. 

"  Why,  no !  "  exclaimed  the  others  in  surprise. 

"  Yes,"  continued  Cratus.  "  The  powers  at  the 
Holy  Crater  are  anxious  to  select  a  permanent  head 
for  the  priests  of  Crail.  Cracillies  has  declined  to 
name  one.  It  is  secretly  believed  that  he  prefers  the 
seclusion  of  the  caverns  to  the  arduous  duties  of  the 
head  of  the  Holy  State.  He  will  doubtless  ask  this 
favor  in  the  next  convention." 

And  thus  they  rattled  on,  until  Cyaxares  had  heard 
enough.  Not  deeming  it  wise  to  resent  this  free  and 
easy  discussion  of  himself,  and  to  betray  himself  as  a 
spy,  they  slipped  out  and  wended  their  way  toward  the 
palace. 

"  We  have  learned  three  very  serious  things,  Cam- 
byses,"  remarked  Cyaxares.  "  I  believe  what  Solus 
says  regarding  Cracillies'  being  secretly  infatuated 
with  Saluciea.  He  told  us  an  indirect  falsehood  the 
night  of  that  terrible  tragedy  when  we  thought  her 
dead.  Moreover,  he  had  some  very  serious  motive  in 
returning  her  to  her  father  without  my  knowledge." 

Cambyses  nodded  approval. 

"  The   other  two  important  matters   are,   Cracillies 


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is  not  pleased  with  his  promotion,  and  a  conclave  is 
soon  to  be  called  to  choose  a  head  for  the  priests  of 
Crail.  Should  Cracillies  beg  to  be  returned  to  that 
position,  I  am  at  a  loss  to  know  who  could  become  head 
of  the  Holy  State,  and  keep  the  Church  and  the  State 
united.  I  am  fearful,  Cambyses,  that  the  Church  is 
desirous  of  drawing  wholly  away  from  the  State,  in 
which  event  the  triple  alliance  is  at  an  end,  and  the 
kingships  of  Ironia  and  Persis  are  but  precarious  re 
sponsibilities." 

"  I  am  not  pleased  with  the  outlook,  Cyaxares,"  re 
sponded  Cambyses.  "  When  the  rank  and  file  of  the 
priests  of  Crail  feel  no  restraint  about  openly  discuss 
ing  such  important  matters  in  a  public  place,  where 
the  ears  of  any  one  may  hear  the  gossip,  discipline  is 
out  of  joint.  Such  a  license  becomes  a  liberty  sure 
enough.  Such  men  become  dangerous.  The  priests 
of  the  Holy  Crater  have  absolute  control  over  the 
standing  army.  What  is  to  prevent  the  same  condi 
tions  here?  " 

"  Nothing,"  doggedly  replied  Cyaxares. 

A  fortnight  later  Cyaxares  was  startled  to  receive  a 
peremptory  order  to  meet  a  visiting  delegation  from 
the  Holy  Crater  at  Regules'  mountain  house.  He  and 
Cambyses,  with  a  suitable  escort,  immediately  went 
there. 

Their  surprise  was  increased  to  find  awaiting  them 
Zirkan,  a  delegation  from  Aspahan,  and  an  escort  of 
one  hundred  well  accoutered  soldiers. 

Zirkan  demanded  to  be  conducted  to  Baleria.  Upon 
arriving  in  the  city,  he  went  directly  to  the  edifice  of 
the  Holy  State,  where  he  held  a  long  secret  conference 
with  Cracillies,  afterward  being  a  guest  at  King 
Phraortes'  palace.  That  night  he,  King  Phraortes, 


290  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

Cyaxares,  and  Cambyses  sat  till  the  small  hours,  dis 
cussing  most  important  matters. 

On  the  following  day  a  conclave  was  called  at  the 
palace  of  the  Holy  State,  Zirkan  representing  the  Holy 
Crater,  Cimetus  representing  Persis,  and  Cyaxares  and 
Cracillies  representing  Ironia,  and,  for  the  first  time 
in  history,  the  Achaemenians  had  representation  in 
the  peace  conference  of  nations,  Cambyses  being  des 
ignated  to  represent  the  new  nation. 

The  first  act  of  the  convention  was  to  recognize 
Phraortes  as  king  of  Ironia;  the  next,  to  establish  a 
form  of  government  for  the  Achaemenians;  the  next, 
to  the  utter  astonishment  of  that  individual,  was  to 
declare  Cambyses  king  over  the  new  nation.  The  of 
fice  of  the  Holy  State  was  abolished,  and  Cracillies 
was  made  the  official  head  of  the  Holy  Church  and  high 
priest  over  the  priests  of  Crail.  A  covenant  was  en 
tered  into,  assuring  peace  and  harmony  between  the 
Holy  Church  and  the  ruling  powers. 

Cyaxares  was  chagrined  and  puzzled.  He  knew 
not  what  to  say  to  Saluciea.  Not  one  thing  to  elevate 
or  honor  him  had  been  suggested,  notwithstanding  he 
was  responsible  for  ah1  these  vast  changes  and  promo 
tions. 

He  desired  to  give  to  Saluciea  the  title  of  queen,  and 
expected  to  be  named  king  of  the  Achaemenians. 
Cambyses  was  as  much  insulted  at  the  apparent  slight 
as  was  Cyaxares  himself.  But  no  one  dared  to  criti 
cise  what  had  been  done.  Zirkan  informed  Cyaxares 
that  he  and  Saluciea  would  be  required  to  return  with 
him  to  the  Holy  Crater,  the  start  to  be  made  the  fol 
lowing  morning. 

That  night,  as  Cyaxares  and  Saluciea  were  prepar 
ing  themselves  for  their  journey,  word  came  that  Cra- 


CYAXARES  AND  CAMBYSES  DINE      291 

cillies  desired  to  speak  with  the  prince.  He  instructed 
that  he  be  brought  into  their  private  apartment,  and 
that  no  one,  not  even  a  servant,  be  permitted  to  enter 
while  the  prelate  was  there.  Cyaxares  had  cautioned 
Saluciea  regarding  the  conduct  of  Cracillies,  and  they 
both  expected  a  scene  of  some  kind,  but  would  be  more 
than  generous  with  their  old  friend. 

Cyaxares  received  him  alone,  and  was  most  cordial 
to  him,  saying:  "We  would  have  been  most  unhappy, 
good  Cracillies,  had  we  gone  away  without  having  had 
the  opportunity  of  bidding  you  good-bye.  We  are 
more  than  pleased  that  you  have  made  it  possible,  for 
we  have  thought  from  your  attitude  toward  us  that 
you  had  taken  offense  at  some  unwitting  act  of  ours. 
Let  me  call  Saluciea." 

"  Your  speech  is  generous,  Cyaxares ;  but  do  not  call 
Saluciea  until  I  have  had  speech  with  you,"  he  replied. 
"  Do  you  recall  the  conversation  that  we  had  in  the 
gardens  of  Crail  upon  destiny  and  fate?  Well,  I  am 
the  victim  of  fate,  Cyaxares.  I  know  that  you  will  not 
take  offense  at  what  I  am  about  to  tell  you,  but,  had 
you  not  lived,  I  would  have  been  the  Sapor,  King  of 
Kings." 

"  Cracillies !  What  do  you  mean?  "  exclaimed  Cyax 
ares. 

"  Simply  this,"  said  the  prelate.  "  Wotan,  prede 
cessor  to  Zirkan,  was  my  closest  living  friend.  I  was 
in  constant  communication  with  him.  Through  his  in 
fluence  I  met  Nahali  before  she  was  wedded  to  the 
Sapor.  Her  marriage  was  contrary  to  her  own  de 
sires,  for  she  was  secretly  betrothed  to  me.  After  the 
death  of  the  Sapor,  I  spent  ten  years  in  an  effort  so 
to  weld  together  the  Church  and  the  State  of  the  Holy 
Crater  that  the  Sapor  could  remain  the  head  of  both. 


292  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

I  had  so  far  succeeded  that  it  only  awaited  the  death 
of  the  acting  Sapor  to  unite  Nahali  and  myself. 
Wotan,  the  lord  of  war,  was  favorable  to  this,  as  was 
the  council  of  twelve.  We  had  an  understanding  that 
you  should  take  Madrilla  as  wife  and  become  king  of 
Ironia.  I  was  fearful  that  the  fascinating  Saluciea 
would  win  you  away  from  Madrilla,  therefore  I  had 
her  secretly  conveyed  to  her  father's  home  in  the  holy 
city.  But  the  train  of  tragedies  that  followed  your 
visit  to  the  Holy  Crater,  so  far  as  my  interests  were 
concerned,  were,  the  sudden  death  of  Wotan,  the  sud 
den  death  of  the  acting  Sapor,  Madrilla's  mother  be 
coming  enamored  of  you,  thereby  losing  her  to  me,  and 
your  becoming  enamored  of  Saluciea,  which  took  you 
away  from  Madrilla  and  caused  a  rupture  between 
Nahan  and  the  Sapor. 

"  These  things  all  occurred  in  such  rapid  succession 
that  it  was  useless  for  me  to  attempt  to  put  my  plans 
forward,  therefore  I  had  no  alternative  but  to  remain 
with  the  Church,  which  has  seceded  from  the  State,  as 
you  doubtless  know  by  the  abolishment  of  the  office  of 
the  head  of  the  Holy  State  in  Ironia.  In  future,  the 
Sapor  will  be  king  of  the  Holy  Crater  in  name,  but  the 
Holy  Church  will  have  a  distinct  head,  who  will  be  the 
real  ruling  power. 

"  To  be  sure,  I  know,  Cyaxares,  that  you  have  not 
been  the  willing  agent  of  all  these  strange  happenings, 
yet  they  have  developed  out  of  your  purpose  to  set 
yourself  upon  the  throne  of  Ironia.  Naturally,  there 
fore,  I  feel  despondent  and  disappointed  at  the  out 
come  of  our  elaborate  planning. 

"  You  are  going  upon  an  uncertain  mission.  I  no 
longer  have  the  close  confidence  of  the  powers  of  the 
Holy  Crater,  because  Zirkan  knows  of  the  former  pur- 


CYAXARES  AND  CAMBYSES  DINE     293 

pose  of  the  council  of  twelve'  to  promote  my  cause,  and, 
the  conditions  having  so  radically  changed,  my  ambi 
tions  are  dashed  and  my  career  is  at  an  end,  therefore 
I  desire  to  give  you  a  clear  understanding  of  the  matter 
before  you  go.  I  do  not  hold  you  responsible  for  my 
misfortunes  and  failure."  The  old  prelate  paused  with 
a  deep  sigh.  Seizing  the  opportunity,  Cyaxares  said: 

"  This  is  all  a  great  surprise  to  me,  Cracillies.  Yet 
it  would  seem  that  we  should  console  each  other,  for, 
as  you  well  know,  I,  too,  have  drawn  a  blank,  so  far  as 
my  political  aspirations  are  concerned,  but  I  can  ask 
you  to  congratulate  me,  in  that  I  am  more  than  com 
pensated  by  having  won  Saluciea  for  my  wife. 

"  You  have  relieved  me  of  a  matter  that  has  given 
me  much  concern  and  cause  for  grief  by  confiding  to 
me  your  sentiment  for  Nahali,  for  I  must  confess  to 
you  that  I  have  heard  rumors  that  you  entertained  an 
affection  for  Saluciea.  This  seemed  to  be  corroborated 
by  certain  matters  that  have  been  made  plain  to  me 
since  my  return  from  the  Holy  Crater.  Your  explana 
tion,  however,  puts  a  new  phase  upon  your  actions." 

Cracillies  arose  and  paced  across  the  room  in  deep 
thought.  Suddenly  turning  upon  Cyaxares  he  said,  al 
most  fiercely: 

"  Bring  Saluciea.     What  I  say  I  want  both  to  hear." 

Cyaxares  felt  some  alarm  regarding  the  new  atti 
tude  of  the  priest,  yet  he  called  Saluciea  into  the  room. 
She  would  have  greeted  Cracillies  most  cordially,  had 
he  not  resented  it  with  uplifted  hand. 

"  Touch  me  not,"  he  said  authoritatively.  "  Salu 
ciea,  you  were  untrue  to  your  vows  to  me,  made  when 
I  brought  you  back  to  life.  You  promised  me  faith 
fully  that  you  would  never  again  look  upon  the  face 
of  Cyaxares.  You  stole  him  away  from  Madrilla. 


294  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

Your  very  life  belonged  to  me.  You  pledged  it,  yet 
not  one  moment  have  you  spared  in  your  efforts  to 
ensnare  Cyaxares  into  marrying  you." 

"  Cease,  Cracillies !  Accuse  not  Saluciea,  else  I  may 
forget  our  friendship,"  exclaimed  Cyaxares,  placing 
himself  in  front  of  the  prelate.  "  Saluciea  is  now  my 
wife.  She  has  made  me  supremely  happy,  and  I  am 
most  grateful  to  the  fates  for  having  given  her  to  me." 

With  a  gesture  of  impatience  Cracillies  said :  "  Wait 
till  I  have  finished.  You  had  no  claim  upon  Saluciea 
when  you  left  her  dead,  as  you  thought.  You  were 
pledged  to  Madrilla.  I  violated  no  confidence  with  you 
when  I  restored  her,  and  accepted  her  promise  not  to 
seek  you  again.  I  have  tried  to  keep  faith  with 
Madrilla's  mother.  I  must  inform  you  that  I  have 
not  been  the  legal  head  of  the  Holy  State,  and  now 
that  that  office  is  abolished,  your  marriage  has  no  sanc 
tion  of  law.  I  informed  you  before,  and  I  warn  you 
now,  that  the  Holy  Church  will  not  sanction  your  be 
ing  legally  united  with  Saluciea." 

"  Stop,  Cracillies !  "  commanded  Cyaxares.  "  I  do 
not  know  what  your  motives  are.  I  care  less.  But 
your  methods  do  not  seem  honorable.  I  must  forget 
our  friendship,  and  resent  your  insinuations.  You 
forget  that  the  statutes  say  that,  in  the  absence  of  a 
presiding  head  of  the  Holy  State,  the  king  has  the 
full  legal  responsibility  of  that  position,  and  shall  ex 
ercise  the  functions  of  that  high  office  with  the  same 
legal  effect  as  though  performed  by  that  official  him 
self.  I  respected  Saluciea  as  well  as  loved  her,  there 
fore  I  took  no  chances,  but  had  my  father,  King 
Phraortes,  perform  the  offices  of  the  head  of  the  Holy 
State,  which  you  now  confess  you  falsely  represented 
at  that  time.  Therefore,  if  you  have  in  mind  anything 


CYAXARES  AND  CAMBYSES  DINE     295 

that  depends  upon  the  nullification  of  our  marriage, 
you  may  dismiss  it  from  your  mind  at  once.  For  the 
safety  of  Ironia  I  deem  it  expedient  to  place  you  under 
restraint  until  I  know  what  your  motives  and  purposes 
are,"  and  he  was  about  to  summon  an  official. 

"  Don't  do  that,  Cyaxares,"  said  the  old  prelate, 
with  humiliation  most  touching.  "  I  am  wrong.  I 
am  willing  to  admit  that  I  am  wrong.  We  all  make 
mistakes.  I  have  made  mine.  Prepare  to  go  on  your 
journey.  In  the  meantime  I  will  prepare  a  letter,  in 
which  I  will  make  a  confession  to  you.  But  you  must 
promise  not  to  open  and  read  that  message  until  you 
are  safe  within  the  protecting  house  of  Nahan,  then 
you  and  Saluciea  read  it  together.  God  bless  you,  I 
bear  you  no  ill-will.'*  With  this  he  passed  out  of  the 
room  in  a  most  dejected  state. 

Both  Cyaxares  and  Saluciea  felt  deeply  pained  as 
the  result  of  this  interview.  They  were  convinced,  as 
much  as  it  pained  them,  that  Cracillies  entertained  a 
guilty  passion  that  he  had  not  the  courage  to  confess. 
It  was  no  reflection  upon  Saluciea,  therefore  the  prince 
only  placed  his  arm  about  her,  saying, 

"  Saluciea,  my  queen,  he  has  my  sympathy,  for  I 
know  how  truly  fascinating  you  are."  Then  they  dis 
missed  it  from  their  minds. 


CHAPTER  XIX 

CYAXARES    BECOMES    SAPOR 

IN  the  early  morn  a  splendid  procession  passed  out 
of  Baleria.  Zirkan,  the  high  priest  and  lord  of 
war  of  the  Holy  Crater,  Cyaxares,  and  Saluciea  were 
well  in  advance  of  the  soldierly  escort.  The  repre 
sentatives  of  Astyages  left  the  escort  at  a  point  turn 
ing  toward  Aspahan,  and  the  others  went  on  their  way 
to  the  Holy  Crater.  The  journey  was  pleasant,  and 
seemed  shorter  than  usual.  Upon  reaching  the  en 
virons  of  the  Holy  Crater  there  was  little  parley,  Zir 
kan  hurrying  them  through,  and  to  the  palace  of 
Nahan. 

An  air  of  mystery  pervaded  the  city  of  kings.  Few 
people  were  in  sight.  Nahan  himself  seemed  sad.  He 
was,  however,  much  elated  upon  their  arrival.  But 
they  were  quickly  passed  to  their  part  of  his  great 
palace,  and  bidden  to  remain  in  seclusion  until  sum 
moned. 

All  this  mystery  disturbed  them  not  a  little,  until 
Cyaxares  was  bidden  to  attend  an  important  conclave 
that  same  night.  Upon  being  conducted  to  the  great 
audience  chamber  in  Nahan's  palace  he  was  cordially 
welcomed  by  the  kings  that  he  had  formerly  met. 
They  treated  him  as  an  equal,  showing  no  surprise 
that  he  was  present. 

Little  did  he  think  or  know  that  this  was  the  most 
important  convention  that  had  been  called  to  assemble 

there  in  a  century.     Zirkan,  accompanied  by  the  twelve 

296 


CYAXARES  BECOMES  SAPOR  297 

other  high  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater,  came  into  the 
room,  and  the  meeting  was  called  to  order,  Nahan 
presiding.  He  abruptly  opened  the  proceedings  by 
saying: 

"  Kings  and  Prelates  of  the  Holy  Crater : 

"  You  are  well  aware  of  the  importance  of  this  meet 
ing,  therefore  I  will  bluntly  say  that  upon  our  finding 
here  to-night  depends  the  integrity  of  our  confedera 
tion. 

"  By  a  curious  state  of  affairs,  the  Holy  Church 
has  felt  called  upon  to  assume  the  functions  of  govern 
ment.  The  Holy  Church,  being  the  educational  sys 
tem  of  our  confederation,  it  was  legal  and  right  that 
it  should  assume  the  reins  of  government  in  the  absence 
of  the  authentic  ruling  power,  which  both  State  and 
Church  have  hitherto  acknowledged,  for  there  must 
be  a  legal  head  to  every  system. 

"  But  now  the  time  has  come  to  choose  a  head  of  both 
State  and  Church  as  has  hitherto  been  a  source  of  sat 
isfaction  for  both  branches  of  our  great  nation.  It 
is  proper  for  me  to  say  that  the  priests  of  the  Holy 
Crater  have  tacitly  intimated  that  they,  having  as 
sumed  the  powers  of  government,  are  legally  entitled 
to  retain  the  same  and  place  upon  the  throne  one  of 
their  own  choosing.  This  is  contrary  to  our  constitu 
tion,  and  would  quickly  disrupt  our  strong  confedera 
tion.  But  to  deny  the  Church  a  voice  in  choosing  a 
head  of  our  nation  would  deprive  it  of  a  specific  func 
tion  conferred  by  our  constitution,  therefore  Zirkan 
and  the  council  of  twelve  are  gathered  here  with  us  to 
perform  this  most  important  duty.  Zirkan  has  as 
sured  me  that  the  Church  holds  the  most  friendly  sen 
timent  for  the  kings,  and  will  abide  by  our  decision 
and  choice.  It  is  now  in  order  to  present  candidates 


298  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

for  the  highest  office  in  all  the  world,  for  he  who  is 
chosen  here  to-night  will  be  Sapor  and  King  of  Kings. 
It  is  the  beginning  of  a  new  dynasty,  and  of  a  new 
line  of  kings,  and  it  speaks  well  for  our  honor  and  sta 
bility  that  we  thus  assemble  in  friendly  conclave  to  se 
lect  one  to  rule  over  us  instead  of  wrangling  for  so 
high  a  position. 

"  We  must  recognize  the  necessity  for  maintaining 
the  present  stability  of  our  long-standing,  peaceful, 
and  prosperous  confederation,  therefore  our  hearty  sup 
port  and  confidence  must  be  pledged  in  advance  to  him 
whom  we  honor  as  our  leader. 

"  In  courtesy  to  the  Holy  Church  we  first  request 
Zirkan  to  name  a  candidate  that  would  be  acceptable  to 
it." 

Applause  and  expressions  of  approval  followed  this 
brief  address,  and  all  eyes  now  turned  to  Zirkan,  who 
arose  and  said: 

"  Because  of  our  vows  of  celibacy  the  law  does  not 
permit  a  priest  to  become  a  king,  unless  he  be  absolved 
from  his  vows  by  the  high  church  council,  giving  him 
the  right  to  marry.  Modesty  should  forbid  my  say 
ing  it,  but  it  has  been  suggested  to  me  that  I  myself 
might  become  a  candidate  for  this  high  honor.  I  am 
frank  to  say,  however,  that  I  do  not  approve  of  this. 
The  King  of  Kings,  inj  my  opinion,  cannot  legally  come 
from  the  priesthood.  It  would  be  the  usurpation  of  an 
office  that  does  not,  by  precedent  nor  by  privilege,  right 
fully  belong  to  the  Church,  which  is  but  the  educational 
branch  of  the  government.  The  recent  act  of  the  Holy 
Church  was  not  to  seize  the  reins  of  government  and 
take  away  from  the  kings  this  power,  but  it  was  to 
preserve  the  integrity  of  a  form  of  government  that 
has  withstood  the  test  of  ages,  although  feudal  in  its 


CYAXARES  BECOMES  SAPOR  299 

nature.  The  fangs  of  feudalism  have  been  drawn,  and 
an  enduring  union  of  friendship  has  long  bound  to 
gether  the  kings  of  the  Holy  Crater,  and  I  speak  for  the 
Church  when  I  say  that  we  shall  give  our  support  to  him 
that  you  select  to  be  your  King  of  Kings,  only  reserv 
ing  the  privileges  and  prerogatives  that  the  Church  has 
hitherto  enjoyed.  We  accept  the  courtesy  of  naming 
a  candidate." 

All  the  kings  murmured  at  this,  and  a  wave  of  sur 
prised  approval  moved  them  to  congratulate  Zirkan. 
It  had  been  thought  that  the  Church  would  insist  upon 
some  radical  change  in  the  constitution  granting  it 
greater  powers  at  least.  They  did  not  know  that 
Nahan  and  Zirkan  had  searched  out  the  intricacies  of 
the  situation  in  the  minutest  detail,  and  had  found  that 
but  one  legal  course  was  open  upon  Nahali's  being  de 
posed.  The  next  in  line  of  succession  was  Saluciea, 
and  her  husband,  having  been  legally  made  a  prince 
of  the  Holy  Clans,  was  now  Sapor  by  right  of  succes 
sion.  Nevertheless,  this  was  held  in  reserve;  it  was 
preferable  that  the  kings  have  a  direct  voice  in  the 
selection  of  a  Sapor.  The  legal  aspect  of  the  case 
would  be  used  in  case  of  an  emergency. 

Zirkan  was  an  educated  man  and  a  philosopher.  He 
admitted,  without  argument,  that  the  Church  in  its 
true  function  was  an  instrument,  not  a  principal,  in 
the  conduct  of  the  government.  It  had  to  be  sup 
ported  by  a  people.  It  had  no  power  to  support  a 
people.  It  could  guide  but  not  coerce,  being  a  moral 
factor  in  the  conduct  of  the  nation.  The  moment  it 
seized,  and  began  to  exercise,  the  function  of  a  con 
trolling  government  it  surrendered  its  moral  charac 
ter,  and  became  an  usurper  of  the  powers  of  legal  and 
physical  force,  and  this  sooner  or  later  would  be  recog- 


300  THE  CAVERNS  OF  CRAIL 

nized  and  resented  by  the  people,  the  great  confed 
eracy  would  rise  and  repudiate  the  Holy  Church,  a 
thing  that  had  to  be  guarded  against  constantly,  for, 
in  the  final  analysis,  the  Church  was  a  thing  of  tolera 
tion  and  courtesy.  Its  very  existence  depended  upon 
its  good  behavior  and  its  usefulness  to  the  people.  To 
betray  greed  for  power,  avarice  for  wealth,  and  an 
undue  authority  over  the  people  was  to  draw  down  upon 
it  the  suspicion  of  being  a  degenerate  and  predatory 
dependency,  attached  as  a  leech  to  the  body  politic. 

After  a  brief  parley,  Zirkan  again  addressed  the  as 
sembly,  saying: 

"  Necessity  is  of  more  vital  importance  in  choosing 
your  king  than  is  the  conferring  of  the  honor  of  this 
great  and  responsible  position  upon  some  favored  per 
son  ;  utility  should  supersede  sentiment  in  passing 
judgment  upon  so  important  a  matter,  therefore,  in 
suggesting  a  candidate,  I  make  my  selection  by  a  long 
and  careful  analysis  of  the  facts  and  of  the  necessities 
of  the  confederacy. 

"  I  take  into  consideration  the  fitness  of  the  man, 
physically,  morally,  and  mentally ;  then  I  weigh  his  ex 
perience,  his  successes,  his  honorable  record,  and  his 
birth  and  breeding.  I  examine  the  legal  aspect  of  the 
case,  and  I  find  that  my  candidate  was  born  a  prince 
while  his  father  was  yet  upon  the  throne.  I  find  that 
he  has  been  educated  in  the  schools  of  the  world,  and 
hei  has  been  trained  in  diplomacy.  He  has  been  a  tried 
and  loyal  friend  of  our  confederacy,  as  his  royal  father 
has  always  been.  He  has  a  wide  acquaintance  and 
close  friendship  with  all  the  ruling  powers  of  the  triple 
alliance.  He  has  been  tried  in  the  strategies  of  war 
fare,  in  the  conduct  of  government,  and  in  the  building 
of  empires.  He  has  been  a  success  in  his  every  under- 


CYAXARES  BECOMES  SAPOR  301 

taking.  He  is  young,  strong,  and  kingly  in  appear 
ance.  He  is  beloved  by  all  that  know  him. 

"  The  legal  phase  of  the  candidacy  is  unquestionable. 
He  is  a  prince  of  the  clans  in  good  standing,  is  the 
husband  of  the  natural  succession,  the  son-in-law  of 
our  senior  king,  and  knows  absolutely  nothing  of  my 
intention  to  present  his  name.  I  name  as  my  candi 
date  a  man  —  Cyaxares." 

It  was  apparent  before  Zirkan  had  ceased  speaking 
that  he  was  going  to  name  Cyaxares,  and  all  eyes  were 
upon  that  surprised  and  embarrassed  young  prince. 
That  his  surprise  was  genuine  every  one  knew,  and  a 
friendly  smile  of  satisfaction  had  passed  over  the  audi 
ence.  While,  perhaps,  there  were  many  princes  there 
that  had  secretly  dreamed  of  being  Sapor,  it  was  ap 
parent  that  on  a  vote  Cyaxares  would  win,  therefore 
one  of  the  kings  waved  Cyaxares  down,  as  he  attempted 
to  speak,  and  quickly  offered  a  resolution  to  accept 
Cyaxares  as  the  unanimous  choice  of  the  assembly,  and 
before  the  move  could  be  checked  the  young  prince  was 
made  Sapor  and  King  of  Kings. 

King  Nahan  embraced  Cyaxares,  and  all  the  kings 
congratulated  him.  Then  he  stood  in  their  midst,  and 
spoke  to  them : 

"  To  the  kings,  princes,  and  prelates  of  the  Holy 
Crater,  I  am  most  grateful.  I  am  overpowered  by  the 
responsibility  of  the  great  honor  that  you  have  con 
ferred  upon  me,  almost  a  stranger  in  your  midst.  To 
this  grand  king,  whom  I  have  the  honor  of  addressing 
as  father,  I  owe  much.  To  my  good  friend  Zirkan  I 
owe  much,  and  now,  collectively,  you  place  me  under 
eternal  obligations  to  all  the  kings  and  priests,  there 
fore  I  am  bound  by  all  the  ties  of  honor,  manhood,  and 
gratitude  to  dedicate  my  life  to  the  welfare,  support, 


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and  upbuilding  of  your  great  institutions.  In  accept 
ing  the  high  honor  I  pledge  my  life  and  all  that  goes 
with  it  that  I  shall  be  faithful  and  loyal  to  the  causes 
of  you  and  of  your  clans. 

"  Now,  in  conclusion,  let  me  speak  of  another  honor 
that  has  been  placed  upon  me,  and,  without  meaning  to 
deprecate  your  favors,  because  it  too  is  of  your  giving, 
I  confess  that  I  prize  it  above  the  kingship, —  I  speak 
of  my  marriage  to  Saluciea,  my  queen." 

Instantly  all  were  standing,  and  amidst  great  ap 
plause  and  congratulation  Nahan  entered  with  Salu 
ciea. 

It  was  a  happy,  though  embarrassing,  moment  for 
her.  She  was  suddenly  made  the  greatest  queen  in  all 
the  world.  She  was  pathetically  devoted  to  Cyaxares, 
therefore  her  greatest  delight  was  in  his  elevation.  As 
they  crowded  about  to  congratulate  her,  she  looked  up 
and  found  Zirkan  smiling  upon  her.  Instantly  she  ex 
tended  her  hands  to  him,  and  whispered,  "  To  you  I 
owe  it  all." 

"  Repay  the  debt  by  making  Cyaxares  a  good 
queen,"  he  responded. 

The  essential  part  of  the  conclave  was  ended.  The 
kings  passed  out  through  the  silver  gates  to  go  to  their 
own  palaces  and  tell  their  impatient  families  of  what 
had  occurred.  There  was  general  rejoicing  that  Cyax 
ares  had  been  chosen  King  of  Kings.  All  had  confi 
dence  in  him. 

In  the  seclusion  of  their  chamber  Cyaxares  took  Salu 
ciea  into  his  arms,  and  held  her  there  for  some  time, 
yet  he  remained  silent. 

"  You  seem  downcast,  my  beloved  Cyaxares." 

"  I  am,  Saluciea.  I  am  not  elated  that  I  am  King 
of  Kings." 


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"  Why  not?  " 

"  Because,  my  queen,  I  realize  now,  when  confronted 
by  the  vast  responsibilities  of  my  high  position,  that 
in  you  I  had  a  kingdom  without  cares,  and  free  from 
the  complications  that  must  beset  the  king  of  a  great 
nation.  I  was  supremely  happy,  for  every  moment  of 
my  time  I  could  think  of  you,  and  dream  of  our  hap 
piness.  Now  I  must  think  sometimes  of  other  things, 
many  other  things." 

Placing  her  arms  about  him,  Saluciea  said  affection 
ately  :  "  My  king,  because  I  am  a  woman  you  give  me 
no  credit  for  being  useful  to  you.  Do  you  remember 
Prince  Hanan?  " 

"  Yes, —  why,  of  course, —  and  I  am  ashamed  to  say 
that  I  have  woefully  neglected  to  inquire  about  my  late 
comrade  in  arms.  We  swore  eternal  friendship.  In 
fact,  I  wear  his  ring, —  we  exchanged  rings  in  token  of 
our  vows.  You  must  plead  forgiveness  for  me,  Salu 
ciea." 

"  You  have  more  than  kept  your  vow,  Cyaxares," 
and  she  opened  a  small  casket,  took  therefrom  Cyax 
ares'  ring,  and  slipped  it  upon  her  own  finger.  Then 
she  held  it  up  in  front  of  his  face,  saying,  "  See,  Hanan 
also  wears  your  ring." 

"  Saluciea !  What  are  you  saying !  "  he  exclaimed 
in  amazement. 

"  I  am  Hanan,"  she  laughingly  replied. 

For  a  moment  he  held  her  at  arms'  length,  then 
drawing  her  to  him  pressed  her  head  against  his  bosom, 
caressing  and  petting  her  the  while.  He  knew  that  she 
wanted  to  weep.  He  had  never  told  her  what  he  sup 
posed  was  the  truth,  that  her  brother  Hanan  had  slain 
Saranaces  in  his  defense.  Now  the  truth  had  stunned 
him.  A  woman  had  stood  over  him  slaying  men,  even 


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her  own  brother,  in  defense  of  his  life.  She  had  nursed 
him  back  to  life,  and  that  woman  could  keep  this  secret 
from  him  all  this  time.  How  much  he  owed  to  her  love ! 
As  he  pressed  the  beautiful  head  to  his  heart  a  great 
lump  came  up  into  his  throat,  he  again  saw  the  cold 
white  face  in  the  house  in  Baleria.  He  shuddered  and 
raised  her  head  to  make  quite  sure  that  she  was  there 
and  living. 

"  And  I  might  have  lost  you,  Saluciea,  my  sweet 
queen.  Now  I  am  happy.  Again  we  shall  buckle  on 
the  armor  together.  I  know  the  metal  of  my  guards 
man.  I  will  have  no  fear.  We  shall  rule  the  Holy 
Crater  with  love."  Then  they  sat  in  long  and  earnest 
conversation  regarding  their  future. 

"But  what  about  Nahali  and  Mad r ilia ?"  asked 
Saluciea. 

"  I  cannot  get  the  truth  about  it,  Saluciea.  I  have 
asked  both  our  royal  father  and  Zirkan,  but  they  make 
no  explanation." 

"  Oh,  Cyaxares,"  suddenly  exclaimed  Saluciea,  "  we 
have  forgotten  to  read  Cracillies'  message." 

"  So  we  have,"  he  replied,  and  drew  the  letter  from 
his  blouse. 

Breaking  the  seal,  he  read  aloud: 

"  To  Cyaxares  and  Saluciea  greetings : 

"  Love  levels  all  mankind.  Men  are  honorable  in  quite 
all  things  but  in  politics,  in  war,  and  in  love.  Jealousy  has 
been  the  cause  of  more  wars  and  bloodshed  than  all  other 
causes.  It  is  of  love  that  I  make  my  confession. 

"  I  informed  you,  Cyaxares,  of  my  own  political  am 
bitions,  which  were  dashed  upon  your  entering  the  same 
field.  It  is  true  that  I  was  seeking  the  highest  pinnacle  of 
fame,  and  my  goal  was  in  sight,  when  your  presence 
changed  the  entire  situation.  But  this  matters  not.  It  is 


CYAXARES  BECOMES  SAPOR  305 

trivial.  My  confession  to  you  is  a  thing  closer  to  the  heart. 
It  concerns  Saluciea.  Like  Saranaces,  I  had  my  price.  I 
fell  when  my  opportunity  came.  I  had  from  her  childhood 
adored  Saluciea.  Secretly  I  sought  every  opportunity  to 
see  her,  feast  my  hungry  eyes  upon  her  beauty,  and  my 
hungry  heart  upon  a  wild  imagination  that  sometimes  I 
might  possess  her. 

"  Saranaces'  opportunity  came  when  he  found  that  he  had 
secretly  entrapped  Erskales.  Mine  came  when  I  secretly 
had  Saluciea  conveyed  from  the  house  in  Baleria  to  the 
caverns  of  Crail.  There  I  intended  to  keep  her,  my 
prisoner  of  love,  and,  but  for  a  curious  thing,  I  would  have 
done  so.  A  peremptory  order  came  to  Deioces  to  send 
Saluciea  to  the  Holy  Crater.  One  of  my  men  had  talked 
too  much,  and  the  rumor  went  abroad  that  Saluciea  was  in 
the  caverns  of  Crail  as  a  ward  of  the  Holy  Church.  The 
messenger  came  and  demanded  her  of  me.  I  dared  not 
refuse,  and  this  was  my  only  reason  for  sending  her  away. 
I  had  a  wild  dream  of  becoming  the  Sapor,  with  Saluciea 
as  my  eventual  consort.  It  was  my  desire  to  win  her  to  an 
ambition  to  rise  to  that  high  estate. 

"  My  reverses  upset  my  senses.  I  was  wildly  jealous  of 
you.  I  was  filled  with  a  desire  for  revenge  against  both 
of  you.  In  all  my  life  I  never  before  experienced  the  sen 
sation  of  jealousy.  I  was  even-tempered,  free  from  mor 
bid  thoughts,  and  thoughtful  for  the  feelings  of  others. 
All  my  commendable  traits  fled  me  in  a  day.  While  you 
lay  sick  in  the  caverns,  and  Saluciea  faithfully  attended 
you,  I  relented.  I  surrendered  her  to  you,  although  with 
great  reluctance.  I  afterward  regretted  this,  my  old  feel 
ing  of  resentment  returned,  and  my  life  was  embittered  to 
the  point  where  I  decided  to  destroy  myself  out  of  my  own 
misery.  I  made  myself  a  nuisance  to  everybody,  and  where 
I  had  enjoyed  your  confidence  and  friendship,  I  made  you 
suspicious  of  me,  and  justly  so. 

"  Oh,  Cyaxares,  forgive  me,  I  am  more  than  repentant. 
Pity  me  in  a  misery  for  which  there  is  no  cure.  Your 


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queen  is  as  chaste  as  the  driven  snow.     She  knows  nothing 
of  my  insane  infatuation. 

"Oh,  Saluciea !  an  angel  among  women!  If  I  could  but 
once  embrace  you  before  going,  it  would  compensate  me  for 
all  my  sufferings.  The  anguish  in  my  heart  smothers  me. 
I  loved  you  as  a  mother  loves  her  babe.  Surely  somewhere 
in  eternity  I  shall  see  your  beautiful  face  graven  in  God's 
works,  that  I  may  fall  down  before  it,  worship  it,  and 
plead  for  forgiveness. 

"  Now  I  bid  you  both  an  affectionate  farewell,  for  long 
before  this  meets  your  eyes  I  will  have  departed  for  that 
great  unknown.  Pray  for  me,  and  try  to  forgive  me.  May 
all  the  peace  and  joy  of  earth  be  your  portion  during  your 
days. 

"  CRACILLIES." 

Silently  they  sat  after  the  reading  of  this  sad  mes 
sage.  Saluciea  quietly  wept,  and  Cyaxares'  heart  was 
too  full  to  speak. 

Slowly  he  folded  the  parchment,  replaced  it  in  his 
blouse,  and  sat  holding  Saluciea  close  to  him.  Surely 
every  new  joy  has  its  compensating  sadness.  All  the 
kingdoms  in  the  world  could  not  at  that  moment  have 
pushed  away  the  veil  of  sorrow  that  fate  had  thrown 
about  them.  It  seemed  to  them  an  ill  omen  following 
quickly  upon  the  heels  of  their  high  promotion. 

"  Come,  Saluciea,  I  forgive  Cracillies.  He  could  no 
more  help  loving  you  than  I  could.  Let  us  forget. 
We  have  a  future  to  think  of,  and  that  future  shall 
always  be  bright  for  you." 

On  the  third  day  thereafter  delegations  began  to  ar 
rive  in  the  holy  city  from  all  the  clans,  bearing  mag 
nificent  presents  for  the  new  Sapor  and  his  queenly 
consort.  The  inauguration  was  the  greatest  event  of 
its  kind  that  history  records.  Untold  millions  in  gold, 


CYAXARES  BECOMES  SAPOR  307 

silver,  and  precious  stones  were  lavished  upon  Cyaxares 
and  Saluciea.  A  great  new  palace  was  erected,  in 
which  light  and  sunshine  could  live.  Life  in  the  palace 
of  the  Sapor  was  a  joy  of  which  all  the  people  of  the 
holy  city  partook. 

The  priests  of  the  Holy  Crater  came  at  will  to  the 
palace  to  pay  homage  to  the  grandest  king  and  queen 
that  they  had  ever  known.  Science,  art,  and  learning 
in  every  branch  took  on  a  new  impetus.  The  priests 
now  made  long  and  frequent  educational  pilgrimages 
to  the  very  hearthstones  of  the  people,  and  the  clans 
were  taking  on  new  enlightenment  in  the  dawn  of  the 
new  era. 

In  vain  had  Cyaxares  and  Saluciea  sought  some  in 
formation  regarding  Nahali  and  Madrilla. 

Finally  Cyaxares  demanded  of  Zirkan, 

"Where  are  they?  " 

"  They  rest  in  the  sepulchre  of  the  Sapors,"  was  all 
the  reply  that  he  would  make. 


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